Chapter 1469: A Threat against a Threat
Mathilde’s disk finally stopped moving, and she lowered it to the ground, letting everyone down. Arad looked forward, and his eyes followed the draconian staircase that extended to the clouds, sticking closely to the mountainside.
"Good, more climbing." He frowned and turned toward Mathilde, "Let me guess, she is up there?"
"Yes, flight is forbidden from here; we have to walk out. For security." She looked at him with a forced smile, and he sighed, "Then we’ll just teleport up."
"Wait...we also can’t do that. The century archers would shoot you down." She scratched her chin. "Their orders are simple: shoot anything that flies or teleports."
Arad stared at her for a long moment, and then back at the mountain, "Fine, then everyone gets inside my stomach, and I’ll pull them out when I reach the top. Walking all the way up would take weeks, so I’ll run and get it done in an hour."
Diana looked at Mathilde and pointed at Arad, "Do you want to tell him that what he said is also a problem, or should I say it for you? He never gets angry, but you know..."
Mathilde shook her head, "Well, first, you can put everyone inside your stomach now. But when you pull them up, that would trigger the archers. They are blind, only sensing movement and spatial magic. They don’t care if it’s an intruder or Sylph herself, they shoot anything." She then pointed at the stairs, "There is also a speed limit, and that is just above how a man can run."
"So you’re saying we can’t fly, we can’t move too fast, we can’t teleport, and I can put everyone inside my stomach to save them from a several-week-long stair climb?" He glared at the stairs, "You want me to walk, fine, I’ll walk."
Arad’s magic went out of control as his whole body grew larger, turning into his full draconic form. Enough magic seeped out of his body to even make Cerilla feel a bit sick; this was Arad’s aura when he isn’t consciously trying to tune it down.
"Get inside my stomach. I’ll bring my wives to see Sylph if she wants, but I won’t let anyone put an arrow to my head while doing that." His voice was loud, deep, and already infused with enough magic that it was enough to make Mathilde’s ears hurt.