Roaming Demons (3)

The airship passed over Clemens Viscount's Fiefdom, gradually slowing to a hover.

On the broad fields below, Ang was leading the Flame Swordsmen and Enchanted Armament Knights as they camped and set up defenses. The camp was orderly and heavily guarded.

The airship had originally been scheduled to land directly outside the camp and rendezvous with the ground forces.

However, inside the airship's observation cabin, an elderly noble representative in a dark green robe suddenly frowned and walked over to the Flame Swordsman.

With some unease in his voice, he said, "Baron, could the airship remain in the air instead of landing?"

His gaze repeatedly swept toward the distant forest beyond the porthole, which appeared tranquil yet inspired dread. "If the Demons are truly hiding in this land, wouldn't it be too dangerous for us to land?"

After hearing the request, the Flame Swordsman visibly hesitated.

Ever since the Flame Swordsmen had been granted baronies, they had kept their Noble Emblems pinned to their chests.

After a moment, he nodded in agreement and immediately turned to find the Messenger Mage aboard the airship, relaying the noble representative's request.

"I need to go down and ask Lord Ang." The mage nodded, then mounted a broom, cutting through the air as he flew straight toward the ground.

On the ground, Ang was examining the terrain and discussing deployments with Puri.

When he saw the mage land, Puri stepped forward. "What's wrong with them? They won't come down?"

The mage nodded in response.

Puri frowned and turned toward the airship. "My lord, what should we do? We can't figure out what they mean at all."

Ang merely chuckled. "They're afraid. They're worried the Demons are nearby and that they'll be attacked the moment they land."

At those words, several soldiers in the