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Chapter 887: Bomber Action

In the large tent at the center of the Northern Region Garrison’s campground, everyone bent over maps and supply lists, readying themselves for what was coming.

Eagle Face was not convinced. “Leave the entire front to the witches? I trust their abilities — but there are at least ten thousand men in the Kingdom of Dawn’s army, and many of them carry God’s Stones of Retaliation. If the witches were drawn into a prolonged fight, we’d have difficulty pulling them out.”

“Those were my own reservations when I first heard the plan.” Edith smiled. “But it isn’t the Adviser Department’s plan. It’s His Majesty’s.”

“Is there a formal record?”

“Here.” The Pearl of the Northern Region passed him a sealed letter, its wax stamped in red. “You’ll notice the final paragraph — the king has temporarily vested command authority in me.”

Under First Army procedure, every pre-battle strategy required paper documentation audited and countersigned at the appropriate officer level. A plan bearing His Majesty’s own signature was to be executed without condition.

Eagle Face confirmed the signature and came to attention, a precise military salute. “The Northern Region Garrison will fulfill the mission.”

“Good.” Edith’s voice remained easy. “But keep this clearly in mind: your purpose is to strike the enemy a devastating blow as they flee in disorder. That precondition matters. If they aren’t running in panic, treat it as a sign of failure and fall back to Cloud Ladder. No unauthorized action. Make sure every soldier understands the order.”

“Fall back?” Eagle Face blinked. “You mean retreat? Is His Majesty uncertain this will work?”

“We’ve never tried it before. Who could be certain? If it fails, we find another approach — that’s partly why His Majesty sent me.” She said it plainly, without apology.

“And the witches? If it fails—”

“They won’t be in any danger even if the plan doesn’t come together.”

“Understood.” He saluted again. “I’ll begin preparations immediately. Troops move out tomorrow morning.”

“This operation is named Bomber Action.” Edith returned the salute. “Once your troops are in position, the battle begins. Go.”

“Yes!”

Eagle Face didn’t entirely know what “bomber” meant, but he had learned enough about the king’s inventions to trust them completely — the steam engine had made a believer of him, and whatever this was, it would prove no different.


After two days in camp, Lightning finally received the order to move.

Sylvie’s voice came through the Sigil of Listening in her palm. “Margie has transported everyone into position. You can set off now. Dawn’s soldiers have struck their tents and are forming up for battle — they’re already moving. Don’t let them get far.”

“We’ll be there soon.” Lightning turned and waved to Maggie and Hummingbird. “Come on — it’s time.”

Over the past two days, she had flown broad survey loops above Cloud Ladder, mapping the surrounding terrain and studying the approaches. His Majesty’s plan was not complicated. The six witches were divided into two teams. The first handled transportation and logistics, organized around Margie’s Magic Ark. Sylvie and Lily served in this group: one to provide long-range detection, keeping the initiative in their hands; the other to contain the church’s demonic plague should the desperate remnants release it against the Kingdom of Dawn’s soldiers breaching the old Holy City.

The second team was the operation’s heart.

“Oh!” “Coo!”

Hummingbird sat inside the bomb carrier and gripped the connecting rods on either side of her seat, cycling her power steadily through the iron frame Roland had named The East Wind. Gradually, the weight of the carrier and the eight bombs it held dropped to one percent of their true mass — just within Maggie’s carrying capacity.

The white-haired girl transformed into a great winged beast and crouched over the carrier. Lightning lashed cloth straps and ropes around Maggie and the East Wind together.

Because Hummingbird’s ability didn’t affect living things, what Maggie actually carried was a witch — and an iron structure that now weighed approximately what the witch did. As long as Hummingbird sustained the effect, Maggie could execute precision strike runs for the better part of a day.

Roland had used a hydrogen balloon to bomb King’s City and achieved remarkable results. He had reviewed the post-war reports closely and made adjustments since. Maggie’s role was to replace the balloon: faster, far more maneuverable, and capable of swooping before releasing the payload — which spared Lightning the labor of correcting trajectories and let her focus entirely on detection and navigation.

Hummingbird’s magic had its limits. She couldn’t maintain the weight-reduction on The East Wind indefinitely, and though her endurance had grown considerably since she began practicing with cannon rounds, she could sustain these bulky, dense bombs for half a day at most. Under most circumstances, bomb shells, warheads, and ammunition would be transported separately.

Fortunately, the Kingdom of Dawn’s army was close. Half a day was enough.

“Road is clear. You are go for takeoff. Repeat — go for takeoff.” Lightning pulled on her goggles and leapt into the air.

“Ah… here we go again.” Hummingbird sighed.

“Ow ow ow!”

Maggie in her great beast form beat her broad wings and lifted off, throwing a vast shadow across the camp. The tents shuddered in the gale of displaced air. She banked toward Hermes mountain and climbed.

An hour later, the three witches hung in the sky above the old Holy City. Their target was immediately visible below: an army of more than ten thousand, spread across the ground like a slow river outside the city walls and dispersing into scattered clusters within. Seen from above they resembled colorful ants — moving carefully, methodically stripping the old Holy City’s territory away.

Lightning held no love for the church and felt nothing watching it plundered. But she knew very well that most of the people inside those walls had done nothing wrong — especially the orphans the church had taken into its monasteries.

They shouldn’t have to be buried here with it.

She drew a deep breath and climbed higher, ascending until she felt the first edge of breathing difficulty. Then she spread her arms and dived — cutting straight down the middle of the stream, flying counter to the army’s direction of march.

The plunge drove her organs upward. Not pleasant. She was thrilled anyway.

She didn’t look back. Maggie would be close behind — that she knew without checking. Years of it had made them seamless.

The ground rushed upward. The people and things below sharpened into detail, and she could see the moment individual knights noticed the shadow falling from the sky. She could even read the fear on their faces.

When she and Maggie reached the midpoint of the column, Lightning pulled up hard and shouted.

“Now — drop the bombs!”

Hummingbird, gripping the release lever with both hands, pulled.

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