In the skies above Egypt, Berengar sat on the plane next to Adelbrand, who was as stiff as a board and as pale as a ghost. With each rumble of turbulence, the man practically jumped out of his seat in fright. Air travel was a recent innovation of the German Nation, and it was restricted to the military for the time being.
As a result, Adelbrand, who had been stationed in the Sultanate of Al-Andalus for the last few years, had never experienced the sensation of flight before. The veteran Field Marshal was still trying to get over the fact that they were over six thousand meters in the air. Meanwhile, Berengar could tell the man was about the hurl, and merely laughed at him.
"First time flying, huh? Trust me, you get used to it."
Adelbrand could only glare at the Kaiser. The man knew damn well it was his first time in the air, and he still decided to make fun of him. However, he would not break so easily and instead shifted the topic to something more important.
