21st Century Archmage

the Kesmire pirates were able to completely dominate the sea. Despite the attempts of every nation on the continent to reclaim their sea routes, they were no match for the naval power of the pirates. Even if wyvern carriers existed on both sides, to people who treated the ocean like their front yard, the fleets of every nation were like fumbling children.

‘They must have dozens of carriers, at the very least.

Chrisias fleet alone had dozens of wyverns, and Id heard from Chrisia that there were a total of 7 such fleets.

‘That must be a signal to land.

While I was thinking, Chrisias wyvern was landing on one side of the carrier. On the opposite side, sailors holding red magic lamps were sending us a signal to land.

“Bebeto, do your best to make a cool landing.”

Guooooooooooooo!

He was landing on a ship for the first time ever, but Bebeto wasnt at all daunted. After letting out an energetic bellow, he slowly flapped his wings and assumed a landing position.

Flap, flap, flap flap flap.

Strong headwinds were created from Bebetos powerful wingbeats as he slowly descended onto the sailing ship. Then, we landed with a small thud that I could feel with my entire body.

‘This is more fun than I thought itd be.

This ship landing method felt very different from landing on the ground. It was pretty thrilling, because if you messed up, you could land right in the sea.

“My my, Bebeto. Your landing was handsome indeed.”

Chrisia approached Bebeto with her airplate helmet off and was generous with her praise. Her blue hair, which reminded me of the sea, fluttered behind her naturally in the ocean wind.

‘Now that were on the sea, its like shes shining.

Chrisia had always possessed a unique, lively beauty no inferior to any woman out there. But her appearance on a ship had that certain special something. It was like how peanut butter and jelly, snowmen and mittens paired well together. Chrisias voice created a harmony with the sloshing waves and tickled my heart. Despite the urgency of the current situation, the foolish playboy in me was still refusing to give it a rest.

Guooo, guooo.

Delighted by the praise, Bebeto raised his horns to the sky and crooned happily. Chrisia stroked his wing. In any case, he was one enviable fellow.

“Salute! Greetings to the Commander.”

“Saluuute!”

A man appeared on the deck and saluted.

“If you hadnt appeared right on time, Captain, we would have become fish food.”

“Nonsense, maam. The Commander knows the sea better than any sailor here, is that not so?”