"Be careful you two, and be sure to write to me as soon as you get to port Darth, alright?" Amanda said as she squeezed Art and Fran into a large bearhug, that would have likely broken the bones of any normal man, but which the girls returned in kind.

A surprising number of people came to see Fran and Art off. Archer hadn't realized the girls were popular. Or perhaps the Adventurers just wanted to confirm that the girl was really leaving and that they didn't need to live in fear anymore.

Klimt, Dorondo, Gallus and 'Steve' all made an appearance, as well as the Adventurer's Guild receptionists and Amanda herself, but there were also a lot of faces that Archer had never bothered to commit to memory, and who he knew for a fact the girls wouldn't have been able to remember.

(And you be sure to take good care of them.)

[It is only natural that I take care of my Master and Familiar. The only worry I might have is that they eat through our entire food supplies. I've packed enough pre-made meals to last a small army a month, but given the way these two eat...] Archer replied, getting a giggle out of Amanda. [Are you really okay with this? This might be your last chance to tell Fran the truth about your relationship with her parents.]

(Maybe I will someday, but for now, she needs to be able to run free, more than she needs a clingy Godmother like me.) Amanda replied as she finally started to let go of the girls.

[If you are sure. Take care of yourself. The girls would be sad if anything happened to you.]

(You should be more worried about yourself. Take care, Archer.)

With their goodbyes said, Fran brought out the large mithril airbike, which looked more like a flying jet ski. It had taken Archer three whole and to make, and when finished it had become yet another named either, with the Gods calling it Wayfinder. The crowd was more than a little shocked as Fran climbed onto the airbike, with Art sitting behind her and the thing began to give off a low hum before taking to the air.

The man who would become the base for the Nameless Archer spent years practicing his [Structural Analysis] on all kinds of machinery and vehicles, so Archer could have assembled a motorcycle with his eyes closed. Altering the design to make use of the Kipine's Magic Stone had been a bit harder, but still manageable. He had also placed enchantments on it to shield the riders from air resistance and noise. It was a much more comfortable way to travel distances than riding on top of Archer's blade.

Fran picked up the controls almost immediately, due to her [Rider] Lv2 skill, which she obtained over the last few weeks of riding on Archer's sword body.

"Nn!" Fran said as she started to push Wayfinder to go faster. It wasn't the fastest thing in existence, as its [Flight] skill was only at level 5. But it could still out run most airborne Demonic Beasts, and with the Gods blessing it with a sort of solar powered effect, it could run all day without having to tax their mana pools. Not that they couldn't afford to pay the price.

After ranking up to 15, Archer had more than 6000 mana. He was inching his way into having a D-rank mana pool by the standards of Servants. The rank up had also came with a large increase to the sword's 'Memory' boosting the number of Skills they could have equipped at once all the way up to 151.

Between that, the Weapon Skills Fran had gained through their training, and those she had stolen from people who tried to mug her around town, Fran was just a few shy of having 200 Skills. Since 100 had given her a title, maybe 200 would as well.

"We're going so fast! We'll be at Darth in no time!" Art cheer as they sped along.

Normally, it would take a good week to get to the port town by horse and wagon, but Wayfinder was twenty times faster than your average wagon, it would take five or six hours to get there, if they didn't let themselves get distracted… Of course, what were the odds of them not getting distracted?

"Nn?" Fran said as she eased up on the gas and turned her head around.

"Huh? Why are we stopping?" Art asked. They had only been flying for around two hours at that point, so were still not yet at the halfway point of their journey.

"Sense something weird." Fran mumbled.

[Yes, I sense it too.] Archer said. [There seems to be a strong miasma nearby.]

"Miasma?" Fran asked, unfamiliar with the term.

{Miasma: A form of cursed energy which gathers in places where the souls of the dead are allowed to fester. This energy mutates corpses in order to create natural occurring undead.} Rani supplied. {It is likely that there is an old battlefield or mass grave nearby, where the dead weren't given a proper burial.}

"Should we go?" Fran asked.

[Miasma hot spots can be dangerous for the people in the surrounding area. So it would probably be best for everyone if we dealt with it before too many undead are created. But it is your call.] Archer said.

"Going then." Fran said before pushing forward and starting to dive towards the point where the energy was coming from.

As they drew closer, they could see a large, spiked boulder sticking up out of the ground, which seemed to be the center point for the miasma. All around it was decay, rot and death as the land had been polluted by the cursed energy within the stone.

Several dozen undead creatures, both normal animals and Demonic Beasts turned by the miasma's effect, gathered around the giant rock, standing guard over it. They numbered near a hundred in total and probably would have been difficult for most D-rank Adventurers to deal with.

So naturally, Art and Fran carpet bombed them out of existence with magic before they even landed, using their less destructive spells so as to not damage any Magic Stones.

"Nothing but wimps." Art huffed as the dust settled. With no Demonic Beast about rank E, there was nothing there that could survive even an indirect attack from the girls.

[This is strange.] Archer said as they lighted down to pick up the spoils and purify the surrounding area. [All the miasma is coming from this boulder, and the ground around it seems to be displaced, almost as if it had been dropped here recently from high up, and recently. It's also a different type of rock than the surrounding area.]

"Suspicious." Fran said with a nod.

"So what? An evil rock fell from the sky?" Art said with a raised eyebrow.

[Maybe. We should clean things up here before looking… Fran what are you doing?] Archer asked as the catgirl opened up the [Dimensional Storage] and dumped a bunch of bodies onto the miasma stone.

"Seeing if they turn undead. Had good skills." Fran replied.

[...While that isn't such a bad idea, I'm afraid it would take hours before we seen an effect.] Archer said.

"Nn..." Fran's tail wilted in disappointment.

[...We'll take the rock with us and you can do it later.]

"Nn!"

Archer shoveled the giant evil rock into his [Dimensional Storage] before using [Angelic Magic] to purify the area. Then they once again jumped back on Wayfinder and took to the sky.

This time, Archer stretched his [Clairvoyance] to its limit, gazing out all around them in all directions. [Got something. Sixteen miles south by southwest. There is a floating island surrounded by undead birds.] Archer said, staring at the giant mass of land suspended in the sky.

"Floating island." Fran said, her ears twitching. "Want to go."

"I've never been on top of a floating island before." Art said, equally excited as Fran swung Wayfinder around and hit the accelerator.

[Well, before you start sightseeing, we'll need to do something about all those undead.] Archer said as they zoomed towards the massive rock in the sky.

Wayfinder moved quickly, and within five minutes, they were starting to draw close to the floating island. But before they could reach it, the undead surrounding it started to react. Thousands of undead birds swarmed towards them in a massive wave of white bones and sharp beaks, each screeching as they readied their talons.

Wayfinder and some defensive abilities, to guard its passengers against magic based attacks, but they wouldn't help too much with such a swarm.

Luckily, such enemies weren't exactly a problem.

"~[Angelic Light]." Fran said, causing a pulse of holy energy to emanate from her outstretched and every undead the light touched instantly vaporized as their bodies and souls were purified by the light.

[Purification Magic] could damage the undead, and [Holy Magic] destroyed the undead, but [Angelic Magic] annihilated the undead. The only downside being that it was rather expensive to cast. Luckily, they could afford to spend the 1000 Mana on the massive AOE spell.

"Way to go Fran." Art said. "Now lets land up top and find out what's causing all these undead to show… up…" Art stopped talking as they dew closer. "Mom… I can sense one of the Goddess's Dungeon Cores nearby."

[What? A dungeon, on a floating island? That's possible?] Archer said, shocked. The Dungeon's functioned as extremely advanced bounded fields. However, bounded fields were always 'bound' to a location. By their nature, bounded fields were not supposed to be mobile, with very few exceptions.

"Lucky." Fran said, her ears twitching at the prospect of another yet undiscovered Dungeon to explore.

[I suppose you're right. Depending on the strength of the Dungeon, we might be able to get some good EXP and Skills from it.] Archer had to agree, before something flew out from the island. [Be on guard. Something is coming.]

It was a skeleton soldier on the back of a flying skeleton horse, wielding a large cursed sword. Given the amount of magic power it had, it seemed to be around the B-rank.

Legendary Fighter Skeleton

Race: Undead (Demonic Beast)

Lv. 24

HP: 1568/1663 MP: 988 STR: 647 VIT: 713

AGI: 436 INT: 289 MGC: 521 DEX: 550

Skills: Appraisal Jamming: Lv 6, Rider: Lv 8, Sword Arts: Lv Max, Divine Sword Arts: Lv 1, Sword Techniques: Lv Max, Divine Sword Techniques: Lv 1, Regeneration: Lv 8, Autocast Lv 6, Abnormal Status Resistance Lv 9, Spirit Control: Lv 4, Necromancy Magic: Lv 8, Mental Abnormality Resistance: Lv 9, Elemental Blade: Lv 6, Poison Magic: Lv 6, Magic Resist: Lv 9, Dark Magic: Lv 4, Vigour Manipulation

Extra Skills: Latent Potential Release

Titles: Dungeon Guardian

Equipment: Deathgaze, Full Orichalcum Plate Armour, Aidoneus' Mantle

"No problem. Even if it is B-rank, it's still an Undead. There's no way it can stand up to your [Angelic Magic]." Art said. "Go for it Fran!"

"~[Angelic Light]." Fran said as she once again cast the beyond holy magic. The light struck the skeleton knight and its mount, but the two didn't seem phased by it at all.

"No way!" Art shouted in disbelief.

[They both have level 9 [Magic Resist] and Aidoneus' Mantle is protecting them from purification.] Archer said as the enemies got closer. [This isn't going to be so easy.]

"Nn." Fran said, welcoming the challenge as she drew Archer from her back. Only she was in little condition to be using him.

While her level 2 [Rider] skill was enough to let her ride Wayfinder, she wasn't ready to be sword fighting on the back of it. Rather, when the knight came close, she found herself having to take evasive action to avoid him sword swings.

"Not good." Art said as she held onto Fran as they did a barrel roll. "[Radiant Bolt]!" Art shouted, as she shot a [Light Magic] spell. The bolt of light energy slammed into the Legendary Skeleton… and had absolutely no effect at all.

Well, that's a lie. It did have an effect, as it triggered the undead monster's [Auto Cast] skill, causing it to automatically fight off a volley of [Dark Arrow] spells back at the girls.

The defensive spells within Wayfinder kicked in, raising a [Magic Barrier] which blocked the attacks, though the draw on Wayfinder's mana caused the airbike to shudder in its flight.

"Well that didn't work." Art said, realizing that her spells didn't have the fire power to bring down a fully equipped B-rank Demonic Beast. Especially not one that seemed designed to take down magic users. "What do we do know?"

"Got plan." Fran replied. "But need to get close."

"How close?"

"3 meters."

"That's close." Art said, though she thought she understood what Fran was planning. Archer admitted that he was smiling to himself as he understood what Fran was planning. "Alright, he might be able to handle direct spells, but let's test her perception skills. ~[Minor Illusion]."

Art and Fran turned around and started to charge towards the skeleton horseman. Art shaped an illusion around them, bending the light in order to change where they were in the horseman's view, causing him to go off course and attack a point right next to them, easily putting him within the 3 meters mark.

"[Skill Taker]." Fran said as she reached out with her magic and grabbed one of the Demonic Beast's skills.

([Skill Taker] Lv3: Target:[Rider] Lv 8: Rarity 3 | Result: Success)

After realizing his attack missed, the skeleton horseman tried to bring his horse around… only to find that much more difficult than normal.

Meanwhile, Fran artfully controlled Wayfinder, using her new [Rider] skills, and attacked the Legendary Skeleton, wielding Archer from the back of her Airbike with ease.

The Legendary Skeleton managed to block her attack, but in doing so fell off of his horse. As the skeleton fell, its confused mount turned about, wondering what to do, in the brief moments before Fran slashed through its Magic Stone.

The mount finished, Fran left the rest to Archer, charging his body with the Angelic Element, using [Elemental Weapon], before throwing him after the falling Legendary Skeleton.

Archer gained on the falling bones in an instant, and while it was still airborne and incapable of defending itself, Archer moved into its blind spot, before slashing through its head, cutting into its Magic Stone.

Then, gathering up the body into their [Dimensional Storage] he returned to Fran.

[Looks like we didn't have to wait until getting to the Crystal Cage Forest before finding more B-rank Demonic Beasts.]

"And that was just the guard. There has got to be some more high rank Demonic Beasts inside there." Art said, all grins as they once again started to ascend towards the floating island.

"Nn. Big game: can't wait." Fran agreed as she continued to fly to the island and the dungeon within.

None of them had noticed that the Skeleton Horse's body had falling down on top of an old rundown church below.

Jean Dovy looked down at his field of Highest-Quality Ghost Grass, ruined by the sunlight, then up at the hole in his ceiling.

Then he grinned. "Fufufufu. Well this is unexpected, but not all together unwelcome." The Devilkin said. "Bernardo! Get my strongest Summoning Stones in order! It would seem that my attack on the Sky Island Dungeon has been moved forward!"