And she could fly.
Her only concern was whether someone might accidentally spot her in midair.
Fortunately, Suika could avoid that as well.
She turned into a cloud of mist and drifted into the sky. High above, she floated unsteadily toward Victoria like a lost cloud.
Not only were the witchcraft alarm devices useless at that moment, but even if they detected someone crossing the border nearby, they would never be able to make out Suika, who had become a cloud of mist in the sky.
Only after entering Victoria's territory by more than ten kilometers did she descend and return to her original form.
"Hehe, does this count as the Seventy-Two Transformations?
Then which transformation am I using?
A Somersault Cloud?"
After landing, Suika stretched lazily and muttered to herself with some pride.
She felt much more at ease after entering Victoria.
Here, her talent for languages was fully awakened.
After all, Old English was still English. It was not like Ursus language or Leithanien language, where she could only write at first but could not understand a word when people spoke.
Next, she planned to head straight for Londinium.
Of the two letters in her possession, the recipient of Swire's letter would be easier to find.
After all, that person was in Londinium itself. Although Londinium would later be reduced to ruins by the war between the Sarkaz and the dukes, it had to be admitted that, at least for now, it was still Victoria's proudest city.
The recipient of Chen's letter, on the other hand, was much more troublesome to locate.
According to her, Bagpipe, the recipient, should have already graduated and joined some army unit.
The location of a military unit would definitely be kept secret from ordinary people. Forget Suika—even if Chen came in person,