Monica-Type Vehicle

Beatrice's gaze lingered reluctantly on the crater. Feeling the gravity gradually increasing, she knew this brief journey was probably nearing its end.

Fortunately, beyond the volcano was the sea. She was pretty good at swimming.

Glancing at Monica beside her, Beatrice figured that with her snake tail, she ought to be quite good at swimming too.

Monica was fiddling haphazardly with something.

"Are we slowing down? So which one is the brake, exactly?"

"Brake? What brake? I'm signaling the ground-based anti-aircraft team. They're all excited right now. It's not often they get an aerial target—I just saw the gun barrels swing over!"

Beatrice froze. Anti-aircraft? The term was a little beyond her knowledge.

Still, she recognized those dark gun barrels on the ground.

"Then what should we do?"

"Just... handle it!"

Monica pulled a lever beside her seat. With a snap, a small white flag popped up behind her seat, while the jet propulsion device behind it began trailing white smoke.

Beatrice: "..."

"This is the latest friend-or-foe identification device." Watching the anti-aircraft team on the ground reluctantly move their barrels away, Monica nodded in satisfaction.

The parachutes behind them gradually drifted overhead. Soon, with two splashes, Beatrice and Monica plunged into the sea together.

A moment later, Beatrice surfaced, wiped her face, and prepared to help Beatrice cut free her safety belt and bring her down.

But she soon discovered in surprise that several banshees seemed to have already been waiting in the sea. Dressed like an emergency response team, they had just pulled Beatrice to safety.

"You came to help?"

Monica greeted them and was about to say something when her expression suddenly changed. She grabbed Beatrice and took off.

"W-What is it?" Beatrice was dragged skimming over the water.

She was truly skimming over it. Banshees swam