The howling current of air seemed to roll up a chill within his body, a sensation completely opposite to the passionate excitement he felt on his first test flight. It continuously overflowed from a hollow cavity in his chest.
The constant temperature maintaining magical formula and device were working normally, ensuring that even when hovering in the chilling wind, limb stiffness and frostbite wouldn't occur. The faultless design wasn't the origin of the cold—he felt a chill due to a sense of powerlessness that welled up within his heart.
"Why hasn't the Colonel let me enter the battle yet?"
The doubtful confusion, even though the answer was clear, tangled within his heart. It left Brynhild, a young girl frustrated with just watching and waiting, stricken.
"Major, the enemy numbers are not few, we should at least provide covering fire, right?"
