The Air Force's Plan

That day.

The heir of Baylands finished his classes.

He strolled along the tree-lined paths of Rost Academy at a slow pace, seemingly deep in thought.

Before coming to Rost Academy, he had almost believed himself to be the smartest person in the world. At only nineteen, he had become a High-Order Mage, a height most mages could never reach in their entire lives.

Yet after studying knowledge related to magitech devices, he suddenly realized that he had merely gotten a little ahead of everyone else.

Magitech technology involved countless fields of knowledge: runes, mechanical structures, the properties of materials, combinations and configurations... There was simply too much.

He quickly immersed himself in that world of knowledge, like a sponge constantly absorbing the waters of the ocean of knowledge.

At first, he might have only wanted to reach a certain level as quickly as possible and take part in developing the Single-Soldier Aircraft. But gradually, he seemed to develop even greater ambitions.

As he pondered some of that knowledge, a Single-Soldier Aircraft suddenly descended smoothly onto an open area not far away.

Immediately afterward, a large group of technicians surrounded it and began conducting various inspections and making records.

They seemed determined to inspect every component and accurately record every piece of data.

Apprentice, the person in charge, personally joined in as well, carefully examining every piece of information about the aircraft. He was as excited as a child.

Watching this scene, the heir of Baylands could not help but smile slightly. In the past, he would not have understood any of it, but things were truly different now.

He had also gone through some small experiments assigned by the academy instructors. He had failed before, and the joy after succeeding was indescribable.

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect! There isn't a single