"I'm sending you the coordinates. Can you see me, Catherine?"
"Yes, my lord." Catherine's voice carried the rushing sound of wind and the faint hum of various instruments in the background. Salomon pictured Catherine sitting in the co-pilot's seat with one leg crossed over the other. He knew that lively Artificial Human definitely would not fasten her seatbelt properly. Even after getting hit on the head when the transport made a maneuver last time, she had learned nothing. Salomon had no idea what exactly was wrong with her. She asked excitedly, "Do you need fire support? Our pilot can hardly wait!"
"Am I hearing you talk about shelling again, Catherine?" The Artificial Human piloting the aircraft spoke bluntly. "I won't fire without the Sovereign's orders, so give up on that idea. Catherine, don't touch the instrument panel or any buttons! Take your hand away!"
"Maybe the Sovereign will give the order in a moment. What's wrong with me touching it?" Catherine eagerly switched channels. "My lord, do you need shelling? Let me be the gunner. I guarantee I'll hit the target!"
"No. I need eyes and advance warning," Salomon said. Catherine let out a disappointed whine, a far cry from the dashing female swordswoman she was on missions. The Arcanist smiled knowingly. He understood Catherine's little temper and did not take her complaints to heart. Tita would cure her anyway.
He had originally intended to bring the Helicarrier and Sky Battleship into Hell, so the country bumpkins of the lower planes could broaden their horizons. But now it seemed that the problems in the Material Plane had to take priority. He needed the Helicarrier and Sky Battleship to ensure that he and the Witch would not have their retreat cut off after entering the passageway. Whoever they fought was the