The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1272 - 196 - Boiling Point (1)

Chiaki’s POV

Today was the day we were finally being transferred somewhere "safe." At least, that was what the Princess told us. Whether that safety actually existed or not... well, that was another question entirely. Still, compared to everything we had already gone through, I supposed we didn’t really have the luxury of being picky.

The moment we arrived at the departure point, my students immediately froze.

Their reactions were... understandable.

"W-What the hell? Why are there helicopters here?" one of my students blurted out, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence as his eyes practically popped out of his head.

And honestly?

Fair question.

Right there in front of us were helicopters. Real ones. Huge metal machines with spinning rotors and sleek bodies that looked almost identical to the ones you’d see back on Earth. If someone had blindfolded me, dropped me here, and told me I was standing at some military airfield back home, I probably would’ve believed them.

Except... we weren’t on Earth.

We were in a world where swords, magic, monsters, and medieval kingdoms were supposed to be the norm.

Seeing helicopters here felt like someone accidentally dropped a piece of modern technology into the wrong fantasy novel.

Not that I was complaining.

Still, the sight was surreal enough that even I had to stare for a few seconds longer than necessary. The metal bodies of the aircraft reflected the sunlight, the rotors were slowly spinning with a heavy whump... whump... whump sound, and the wind kicked up small clouds of dust around the landing area.

If this was a dream, it was getting increasingly weird.

"Sensei, we should get going," Ayaka-san said from beside me, gently snapping me out of my thoughts.

"O-Okay," I replied quickly.

Right. Standing around staring at helicopters wasn’t exactly productive.

So with that, we began walking toward one of them.

The closer we got, the louder the noise became. The rotating blades churned the air so violently that my hair started whipping around my face.

When we reached the one assigned to us, I glanced toward the cockpit.

The pilot... was a woman.

And she was trembling.

Not slightly trembling either. No, I could clearly see her shoulders shaking as she gripped the controls. Her hands looked tense, like she was trying very hard not to mess something up.

For some reason, seeing that made a knot form in my stomach.

If she was going to be the one flying this thing, then honestly... that was a little terrifying. I didn’t know much about helicopters, but I felt like the person driving one probably shouldn’t look like they were about to faint.

I found myself silently praying.

Please... please tell me she’s actually really good at this.

Maybe she was just nervous because of the passengers. That had to be it. Right? Right?

There were ten helicopters in total lined up in the field. Each one looked large enough to carry at least ten people if they packed everyone in tightly. However, apparently that wasn’t considered safe under the current circumstances.

So the decision had been made to limit each helicopter to around five or six passengers, not including the pilot.

Which, if you asked me, sounded like a pretty good idea.

The fewer people packed inside a flying metal box, the better.

Eventually, after everyone finished boarding, the rotors began spinning faster.

The noise grew louder.

The entire helicopter started vibrating beneath my feet.

Then—

We lifted off.

My stomach immediately dropped.

Okay.

That was scary.

This was my first time riding in a helicopter, and the sensation was... intense. The ground slowly pulled away beneath us, the ground shrinking as we rose higher and higher into the sky.

Honestly, it was kind of funny in a weird way.

My first helicopter ride was happening in another world.

Not during a vacation.

Not during some exciting trip.

But in a fantasy kingdom filled with magic and monsters.

Life was strange.

Still, once we were high enough, the shaking settled a little, and I found myself looking out the window.

The scenery below stretched endlessly.

Green fields.

Dense forests.

Small rivers that glittered like silver threads under the sunlight.

Even though this world wasn’t exactly peaceful—far from it, actually—the view was breathtaking.

Maybe it felt so amazing because I had never really done anything like this before.

For most of my life... all I did was teach.

Day after day.

Year after year.

My routine rarely changed. I woke up early, went to school, taught classes, graded papers, went home, slept, and repeated the process again the next day.

I never really stopped to think about what I wanted to do.

I didn’t take vacations.

I didn’t travel.

I barely even rested.

Now that I thought about it... that was kind of depressing.

I was already in my late twenties.

And yet...

I still didn’t have a boyfriend.

My parents had already started asking the dreaded question.

When are you getting married?

Every family dinner somehow found its way back to that topic.

Even though the truth was simple.

I just hadn’t met anyone.

Well... that wasn’t entirely accurate.

I had tried.

I really did try.

I signed up on several platforms, attempted to meet new people, even forced myself into a few awkward conversations that made me want to hide under a blanket afterward.

But because I was petite and small, the kind of attention I ended up attracting wasn’t exactly... ideal.

Let’s just say some people had very strange preferences.

And somehow, those people always found me.

Eventually, I gave up.

Because apparently the universe had decided that my dating pool would be made up entirely of weirdos.

Honestly, it was exhausting.

Why was I even thinking about this right now?

Of all times.

I shook my head slightly, trying to push those thoughts away.

This wasn’t the time to dwell on my failed love life.

Right now, I had something far more important to focus on.

I needed to bring these children home safely.

The place we eventually landed in was still inside the kingdom, though it was far enough from the capital that the atmosphere felt completely different.

If I had to guess, we were probably somewhere near the border.

The moment we stepped off the helicopter, the environment felt... quieter.

In front of us was a small village.

Not the kind filled with busy markets and loud crowds.

No, this place felt peaceful in a gentle, almost sleepy way.

Simple houses.

Narrow dirt paths.

A few small buildings scattered around like pieces on a board.

"Hello."

The voice was soft, yet clear enough to catch everyone’s attention.

When I looked up, I saw a woman approaching us.

She was a nun.

And even for a nun... she was unbelievably beautiful.

Her outfit covered her completely from head to toe, leaving very little visible, but somehow that didn’t hide her figure at all. If anything, it made it more noticeable.

Her posture was graceful, and her movements carried a quiet elegance that was hard to ignore.

I actually gasped a little before I realized it.

And if I reacted like that, then it didn’t take a genius to guess how the boys were reacting.

Several of them had already gone completely silent.

Which, knowing teenage boys, probably meant their brains had temporarily stopped working.

The nun stopped in front of us and bowed her head politely.

"My name is Lily," she said with a warm, gentle smile. "I’ll be the one supporting all of you while you’re staying here."

Her voice was calm.

And comforting.

The kind of voice that made the tense atmosphere soften, even if only slightly.

***

Leon’s POV

The heroes had now been moved to the edge of the kingdom.

For the time being, they would remain there until the chaos in the capital settled down after the battle.

At the moment, I was walking along the academy’s stone pathway with Myrcella beside me.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the ground as we walked, the sound of our footsteps echoing lightly against the stone.

"It seems the Prince and Sir Gaspard went out of their way to create their own faction," I said.

Myrcella let out a quiet sigh.

"Yep. But honestly? That doesn’t surprise me anymore," she replied. "I already expected Sir Gaspard to pull something like this. He’s the type who would do anything to protect his position."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"What surprised me more is Julius. I still can’t believe he managed to escape."

I could think of a few possibilities.

And none of them were comforting.

"Personally, I think there’s an outside party involved in this war," I told her calmly.

She glanced at me.

"Oh?"

"And I have a pretty good idea who it might be."