From his third person view, Eryndor could see Liliana holding a glowing spherical object.
The problem was, the spherical object was connected to the wall of the room.
Is it connected to the spaceship?
Eryndor couldn’t help but think so. The spherical object also had a thin tendril extending out of it, connecting to Liliana’s head.
A few seconds later, the spherical orb began glowing with greater intensity, its blue hue illuminating the entire dark room.
Gradually, it continued increasing, until the walls of her room began lighting up as well.
What’s going on here?
Eryndor watched with alarm, as the glowing subsided in a few seconds. He waited a bit more, but didn’t feel the spaceship crashing or anything.
He patiently held on for a few more minutes, but Liliana just let go of the spherical orb, which was absorbed back into the walls of her room like a liquid.
What just happened?
Eryndor expanded his range to the entire spaceship, but nothing unusual was found except a group of operators in the control room being more active than usual.
He hesitated a bit, then extended his range outwards.
There was nothing out of place.
A few monts later, he withdrew his vision.
There’s sothing definitely wrong with Liliana.
Unexpectedly though, he never got the feeling that Liliana was trying to kill him.
Is it because I am going off alone?
He shook his head shortly after. He didn’t want to join back the group just to check if Liliana would try to kill him.
He wasn’t stupid enough for that.
Eventually, as he began feeling sleepy, his phone beeped.
It was a text from his roommates.
Drakarion: "It’s indeed only for the senior students but professor lissa invited us to go along so we agreed."
Paulina: "He’s lying. Drakarion begged her in his Martial Arts class to take him with her to the mission."
Drakarion: "If you were going to expose , then you should’ve also told him how I beat up the entire class again and half of the second year Martial Artists in order to be qualified to tag along."
Eryndor: "Did you step into the Iron Body realm?"
He felt it would be quite difficult even for Drakarion to defeat second years if he hadn’t finally begun his Martial Arts power system.
Valentina: "Ofc he did. He wouldn’t be bragging so much otherwise."
Eryndor: "Congratulations Drakarion."
He spent a few minutes chatting with them, learning in the process how Paulina and Valentina were also permitted to tag along, before bidding them good night.
*****
In the morning, Eryndor was greeted to the sight of a rather tense atmosphere when he entered the main room for the daily eting.
They conducted it every morning to keep in touch and update the plans according to the situation.
They waited for a few more minutes for Hellen to arrive, then began the eting.
One of the people, who Eryndor had seen last night working in the control room, was the one who spoke first.
"The speed of the ship has drastically declined. It happened last night suddenly.
"I think it’s because of so strange space phenonon which reduced the speed of the spaceship.
"I suggest increasing the fuel consumption to increase the speed and leave this region since it might be a bit dangerous."
Eryndor controlled his beating heart and kept his expressions in check using the mightiest of his will. Practicing imnse control over himself, he didn’t so much as even glanced at Liliana.
As everyone knew, outer space was fraught with dangers. There could be innurable numbers of things which could affect the speed of a spaceship passing by.
In such cases, people usually took the decision of leaving the zone imdiately, without caring about the heightened amount of fuel consumption, lest sothing happened.
However, to Eryndor, who had witnessed what happened in Liliana’s room last night, it was obviously not the work of so ’strange space phenonon’, but rather sothing obvious.
What the fuck? What was that device? How does she have it but the controllers don’t?
And why the fuck would she slow the spaceship after hurrying up the departure of spaceship yesterday?
When Eryndor had extended his vision beyond the spaceship last night, he couldn’t really make out back then that the speed had been slowed down.
It couldn’t be helped. How could he even differentiate between such high speeds?
It was just like how a snail wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a car going at two hundred kiloters per hour, and another car going at four hundred kiloters per hour.
Liliana rejected the suggestion of the operator.
"Sorry, but after two short checkpoint breaks due to the unusual incidents, the spaceship hasn’t been able to refuel itself at a level enough to support excess consumption without putting us in a risky situation.
"I can’t allow this. I am sure we’ll leave this area soon. Be patient. Next topic."
Ofc you won’t allow it, you did it yourself.
Eryndor silently watched the eting proceed with a rapidly beating heart.
What does Liliana want to do? Why did she hurry up, then suddenly decided to slow down?
Eryndor felt that the answer was sowhere between the tifra of these two decisions of her.
His brain furiously processed information, scanning through his mory between these two points of ti.
Wait!
When sothing suddenly resurfaced in his mory, Eryndor kept his expressions under control through an almost inhuman amount of willpower.
When the eting ended, following the usual procedure, he talked a bit with the dispersing crowd and retreated to his room.
He took care not to display even a hint of abnormality in his actions.
As soon as he closed his door, Eryndor took out his phone, and scrolled through to his chats with Syndra to cross check sothing.
I wasn’t wrong.
He grabbed his head, and let himself fall back on the bed with his back to it.
Holy fucking shit, how…and why… is the delaying of the Mage Outer Domain’s attack on the Ravencroft connected to the slowing down of the spaceship?
Eryndor dearly hoped he was wrong.
They were originally about to reach the Forbidden Void in around three weeks, but it would be delayed now due to Liliana slowing down the ship.
Even if he might have heard it in the past, Eryndor didn’t rember it now, or rather, he needed a more official confirmation about the question he had in mind.
With shaking hands, he texted Syndra.
"According to the Ravencrofts’ calculations, when did the Mage Outer Domain originally planned to attack?"
"In three weeks."
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