"How long until dawn?"
"Six hours."
"Reduce speed. Arrive at the Okra Kingdom's Royal Capital in eight hours."
"Yes."
Zeflin bowed, then headed for the control room.
After admiring the night scenery for a while, Xuemiyya went to the lounge area on the right, sat down, took out a book, and began reading.
Ever since the war began, she had practically no time to herself. Apart from taking a break once every fortnight, she spent all her time handling a mountain of logistical affairs.
Fortunately, with the war temporarily over, the pressure on logistics had eased considerably, finally giving her some time of her own.
She had two purposes for this trip to the Okra Kingdom's Royal Capital.
The first was to establish a logistical network covering the entire kingdom, putting all the resources of this land to use in support of the next war.
The second was to see her husband and make him properly compensate her.
On the ground, two ninth-rank professionals watched the Floating Ships in the sky, a cold gleam in their eyes.
"Go notify them."
"All right."
The ninth-rank professional lying prone on the left answered quietly, then sank entirely into the ground.
In a cavern three hundred meters underground, three ninth-rank Holy Blood Knights sat on the left, suppressing their auras and resting with their eyes closed, while twenty-seven eighth-rank Holy Blood Knights stood on the right, leaning against the walls.
Three months earlier, the church had sacrificed the souls of three hundred thousand prisoners to forcibly activate a divine artifact, predicting that a high-ranking heretic would pass through tonight.
To that end, they had infiltrated the Okra Kingdom in separate groups over those three months and gathered here with a single objective: capture that high-ranking heretic and obtain the information they wanted.
Nearly