Leonardo da Vinci's modifications were somewhat useful after all, because under the original design, a group of people would have been strapped to the foundation beneath the giant arrow and launched along with it. That would have been far more exhilarating than this.
But even with those adjustments, well... this "journey" was still like flying in a plane without windows.
An open-top plane.
The screams did not dispel the fear in his heart, but Fujimaru Ritsuka was, after all, a Master who had endured countless Singularities. With magical energy protecting him, the gale blasting head-on merely made it impossible to speak. So, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly composed himself and supplied his magical energy, allowing the arrow to fly more steadily through the air.
And while Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others were still on their way, Pindo had already arrived at the Western Village.
Whoosh—
Splat!
"Roaaar—"
A wyvern's scream rang out as it plummeted into a pool of blood below.
The Western Village had not yet fallen, and the reason was—
"There are this many King Hassans here!?" Pindo, who had just rushed over before leaping into the air and piercing a wyvern through, looked at the dozens of them fighting the wyvern knight corps led by Mordred.
But it was obvious that—
The Hassans were not far from defeat.
"Looks like they lit the signal fire as soon as they realized Sir Mordred intended to attack." Pindo's suspended heart relaxed somewhat, but just as he was trying to locate Mordred, one of the Hassans attacked him.
Pindo was incredibly fast, instantly evading the Hassan's strike.
"I am not your enemy."
The wyvern knights in the midst of battle had clearly taken Pindo for an enemy. He could only hurriedly say that much to the Hassan before continuing his fight against