'Hey!ãThe lord is back, keep the landing area open.'
Seeing the two flying objects in the distance, Mirko alerted the other soldiers.
'Mirko-dono, isn't there something wrong?
' says one of the soldiers.
'What is it?
'It looks too big to be a wyvern. And it's got horns on its head. His Excellency would be riding on its back, but there's no one on its back.'
Mirko scrutinized the flying object.
It's a pterosaur!ãIt's not a wyvern!ãAll of you, get your bows ready!ãd*mn it!ãI wish I had a ballista!
The pterosaur is getting closer and closer, and the soldiers are readying their bows.
'.........'
''Hmm?
''...It's...''
'What's he saying?
'It's me...'
'The pavilion-samaâ'
Everyone lowered their bows and stared intently at the pterosaur.
The leather straps that attach the saddle to the jet-black pterosaur's arms are clutched tightly.
You can find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing.
And he looks like he's having fun.
'Why is he with the pterodactyl?ãAnd why is he smiling?ãI knew that man's nerves would be different from ours!ãBut how different can it be?ãHow can he be smiling like that in the sky? If he fell, he would surely die.
The soldiers around him nodded deeply.
Thorinaris came out of the carriage in a commotion,
'That's not fair, Pat!ãI want to go on the trapeze too!
'Oh, there's another person here who's not thinking straight: ......'
Mirko mutters.
The two pterodactyls swoop down as the soldiers look on, Patrick with a big smile on his face.