This unfamiliar world was no longer the one the two of them had originally come from.

Who could have imagined that the former ace of the "Night" Special Operations Squad, whose flight codename was actually his true profession, was now displaying such an incredible ability that defied scientific explanation.

The only thing the twin sisters could do was accept reality, face reality, and adapt to reality.

The Light Mirror Technique was like a holographic projection screen, rapidly switching images, as if a high-performance telescope hidden in the air was wantonly scanning and magnifying their field of vision.

Soon, a flying beast flapping its wings appeared in the light mirror.

Its body was as large as a mid-sized bus, covered in patches of blue-green scales. Its wingspan was enormous, the wing membranes covered in fine scales were slightly translucent, and its limbs were long and powerful. It lacked the massive build of the dragon race, appearing instead lean and agile.

Its head, half-lizard and half-bird, was adorned with short, thick bone spikes forming a simple, symmetrical crown. Its large, coppery eyes with vertical pupils shone brightly, occasionally glancing down at the ground, and from time to time revealing slender, sharp fangs—clearly marking it as a small carnivorous wyvern.

All dragons were flying types, but for non-dragon races, there were three kinds: flying dragons, land dragons, and water dragons. Was this the wind-type wyvern that Mark Benson mentioned? It really is ugly!

Emily Thompson gripped her Type 95 automatic rifle tightly and quietly released the safety.

The enormous dragon wings, disproportionate to its body, were beating lightly, and astride its neck was a human.

A special suit of scale-patterned leather armor combined with silvery metal plates formed a full-body armor that balanced defense and flexibility, but it was still far inferior to the flamboyant heavy armor that had once appeared on Mark Benson.

At the feet of the sky knight, a long knight’s lance and a large bow hung on either side, and slung across his back was a giant quiver nearly as tall as a person, filled with thick, metallic arrows—all of them heavy arrows forged from refined iron.

Judging by the sky knight’s equipment, he seemed well-prepared for both ranged and close combat.

“Just as I thought...”

Mark Benson wore an expression of both relief and renewed caution, a contradiction plain on his face.

Although he didn’t know exactly which superstring dimension this world was, he could at least be sure that it was the world where he had been born and raised. However, the other party’s attire and insignia made him wary.

The other was definitely not a sky knight of the Sylan Empire, but more likely a sky knight from the Sylan Empire’s powerful neighbor, the Republic of Portland.

Lacking a map and satellite positioning, even as a native dragon knight, Mark Benson couldn’t determine where he and the Gemini sisters were.

Perhaps the three of them were currently within the Republic of Portland, or maybe in its border region.

This was the only guess he could make based on seeing that Portland sky knight.

“Just as you thought what? Is he your friend?”

Grace Thompson stared unblinkingly at the Light Mirror Technique in front of Mark Benson.

If he was Mark Benson’s friend, they could quickly leave this endless forest and escape the hardships of living in the wild.

“He’s a sky knight of the Republic of Portland—not a friend!”

Mark Benson decisively extinguished the Light Mirror Technique before him and made a silencing gesture. The sound of powerful wingbeats was already approaching rapidly.

Emily Thompson and Grace Thompson exchanged a glance. This pilot didn’t say much, but he conveyed a lot.

As professional intelligence officers, they could naturally hear and see the implication in Mark Benson’s words: the other party was an enemy, not a friend.

What they became even more certain of was that Colonel Mark Benson was indeed familiar with this world—he could even identify the other’s affiliation.

The Gemini sisters simultaneously chambered rounds in their Type 95 automatic rifles, readying themselves for battle.

……

“Gerry! Do you really think Lord Bart of Cedar Town’s daughter, Miss Semir, is as young and beautiful as Osetes and the others say?”

The sky knight astride the wyvern seemed to be talking to himself, stroking the smooth, hard scales of his mount as if caressing the imagined fair, delicate skin of the noble lady Semir.

Taking advantage of this mission, he could finally meet the sexy little wildcat his companions had talked about—heh, a perfect blend of business and pleasure.

The young wyvern knight would occasionally indulge in a little adventure, sampling the unique beauties of various regions—purely his own romantic escapades.

Even if their superiors found out, at most they’d get a scolding, but most of the time, it was just a case of turning a blind eye.

“Awooo!~~”

As a wind-type wyvern of the Storm Clan, Greg clearly hadn’t developed the ability to speak, and could only respond to his knight’s musings with a long howl.

“Mm, Greg, you think what Osetes and the others said is true too! Heh, you really are my good partner—great minds think alike (something similar in the local language).”