Interlude

On the way to the airport, Mordred was the one to drive.

Elric was just grateful he had his seat belt on the entire way—the Knight of Treachery may have the skills that can only be rivaled by the King of Knights, herself, but when it came to driving her eptitude was definitely in question.

Not that the magician would say it to her face. That would be as much of suicide as mentioning her gender again.

She was however as intense behind the wheel as when holding the sword against an enemy at that derelict building or his throat that night in the desert. Which had some upsides, like most of the situation with Mordred usually did.

She at least had all her attention on the road, for instance. So at least he didn't have to worry about his partner intentionally crashing. Whether or not there would be an accident was up for debate and Elric would just have to wait and see if it transpired...or they reached the airport.