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"What? Why does Lord Murphy suddenly want to see me?"

Aboard the second airship carrying reinforcements from Chardo Port to the front-line island of the Giant Rock Temple, Knight Liwen had just finished putting on a face mask and was heading to the airship's kitchen to find something to eat when a Blood Eagle Clan warrior delivered an order to her.

In response to her question, the vampire in the Shadow Intelligence Bureau uniform replied solemnly:

"I'm not sure, but the governor requires you to report to him as soon as you arrive at the front line. He also asked you to prepare for an assessment of your dragonkin abilities."

"An assessment?"

Knight Liwen frowned at the word. Although she'd always done well in school, she absolutely hated taking any sort of damn "assessment."

Nobody liked exams. What kind of normal person enjoyed taking tests?

Still grumbling to herself, Knight Liwen took a few apples and a plate of vegetable salad back to her cabin. She hadn't even started eating when the door swung open. Knight Golden Peach walked in, cradling her helmet after completing her usual prayer to the Holy Light. She dropped her weapon, pounced on Liwen from behind, and rubbed her head against Liwen's neck like a golden cat. Then she caught the scent of food and cried out:

"Wow, you knew I was hungry and specially prepared lunch for me? Wait, why isn't there any meat? Vegetables alone won't fill me up! If I'm not full, where am I supposed to get the muscle to swing my sword?"

"Eat, eat, eat. All you ever do is eat! How much weight have you put on since coming to Transia? You can't even fit into your old clothes anymore. Peach, Peach, you're practically a saint of the Holy