Verdantwood Nation
The Black Silver Airship was moving through the mid-air. The driver was happy. He had been worried that the terrifying climate might cause problems for the airship.
They were fortunate enough to escape from the attack early; otherwise, the destructive lightning power would have damaged the airship.
Right now, the airship has crossed the treacherous climate. It is moving through the air smoothly.
Inside the airship, five Magic Lords were discussing things seriously. They couldn't help but look toward the last cabin.
The last cabin was where the new masked Magic Lord was staying.
"What happened to the newcomer?"
"Didn't he feel the thunderous lightning earlier?"
The man with the lean physique asked. He was the one who had cast the wind magic spell earlier.
"I guess he wanted to take a rest until we reached the capital," another man said.
"We don't know where he comes from. What if he has acquaintances in the capital?" the man with the scarred face said.
