Whoever sees the "Crimson Imperial Capital" for the first time will definitely be attracted by the characteristic landscape here - the crimson city walls and buildings, and even the bricks and stones used to pave the roads are mainly red, and the entire imperial capital seems to have been washed in a large dye vat full of endless red.

Beneath the bustling red color on the surface, there is a strong culture and a unique historical and humanistic atmosphere accumulated here. The good intentions of the designers of the imperial capital still play a huge role until now, and the atmosphere and delicacy, solemnity and gentleness fill everyone's heart.

And when the pure white wings are like elegant eagles across the sky, the wonderful arc outlined in the air and the powerful sound of the guide engine make the busy people in the streets and alleys forget what they are doing for a while and look up at the natural beauty.

After flying through the small districts of the Austres and Sankets, you will find the beautiful Park of Our Lady and the Triumphal Boulevard, which represents the central axis of the imperial capital and leads to the Place de la Réquercles. Amid the exclamations and cheers of tourists and residents of the imperial capital, the "El Saiyu" once again gracefully turned around the emperor's residence, "Balfraim Palace", and passed by the imperial capital's prestigious opera house and cultural square, heading straight to the Ostrian district.

After a week of cruising the districts of Heimdall, the epoch-making supercruiser will finally land at Heimdall International Airport. Therefore, the originally crowded airport has already been ordered to be cleared, in addition to the guards who are waiting for battle, there is also a large welcome group led by the head of the imperial capital. At both ends of the narrow passage, where the rich carpet had already been laid, countless cameras of all kinds, like spears and cannons, were ready to record every moment that was coming.

At the front of the crowd, and at the most prominent position, teenagers and girls dressed in royal and luxurious dresses in gold and red accents showed expressions of excitement like never before.

Under the gaze of such a thousand people, the "El Saiyu" finally began to descend slowly amid an exclamation.

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In the evening in the Sanket district, there is always a quiet and peaceful atmosphere when the bells ring. But on this special day, everything seems to be a little different. The people in the embassies of the countries with different hearts and minds came out of their houses early, thinking about all kinds of things in their hearts.

Of course, in addition to diplomats, ambassadors and military attachés sent by various countries, there is also a rare sight on the street - the students of the "Santa Astraya Women's College".

Unlike the adults who have their own ghosts, the girls simply want to wait and see because Her Royal Highness is attending the event. After all, as the treasure of the empire, the peerless beautiful girl Alfen is not the first day that the rumor that she will enter the women's college from next year has been circulating on the streets. Besides, the women's college, which has always been strictly managed, gave them a vacation for the first time, and even if they are all well-educated young ladies, they can't avoid the fun-loving nature that has been suppressed for a long time. When the white wings carrying the hero's return pierced the sky, the crowd immediately erupted in whispers one after another.

Unlike the Sanke Special District, which has become different from the past due to the arrival of the White Wing, the Park of Our Lady in the northeast corner of the imperial capital is still the same natural and tranquil appearance even on such a special day as today. On a platform in the center of the park, a red-haired teenager is gracefully playing the violin, letting the beautiful melody flow freely.

"Is this the White Wing?" He let out this exclamation when the roar of the engine interrupted the boy's thoughts, causing him to look up. In that moment, he seemed to feel that everything he was worried about, whether it was his playing technique or his father's contradictions, had eased in that moment.

"I ...... You have to refuel, too. ”

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In the palace, the blonde man who has gradually faded into obscurity since he delegated most of his power to Prime Minister Osborne is not the Emperor Yukent Leezer Arnor III, who can it be?

He was past his prime, with a very well-trimmed mustache, and his face was as calm as water, and there was nothing unusual about him—if it weren't for the golden robes he wore other than the symbol of the supreme power of the empire to confirm his irreplaceable identity, perhaps some people would even see him as an ordinary teacher or a writer.

However, only a few people know that what is hidden under such a gentle exterior is a heart that can see everything clearly and feel it thoroughly. But in any case, it is a bit too conservative to hand over the necessary public activities to a pair of children, and choose to nest in the palace and not come out to meet people. Therefore, it is no wonder that the nobles attacked Prime Minister Osborne, accusing him of hoodwinking the emperor and interfering in the disorderly government.

But at this moment, he was accompanied by Princess Priscilla, silently watching the white wings coming along the triumphal avenue, his face was calm, and he didn't say a word.

"That's it...... Is Olibart flying in an airship? What a beautiful ship. ”

"Hmm...... Indeed, as Oliebat said, it is an epoch-making creation. Yukent III bowed slightly.

"Choose such a ship...... Hehe, reminds me of you when I was younger. Princess Priscilla looked at the emperor and said softly.

Perhaps it was the empress's words that reminded the emperor of some memories of his childhood...... There was an unprecedented smile on his calm face.

"My child...... As you wish, the stage is set. What's next...... It's up to you. This country, this era, is about to usher in ...... Inevitable turmoil. ”

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Heimdall's southernmost district, the Osters, was once a notoriously unmanageable hot potato. However, after Carl Regnitz, the head of the imperial capital from here, took office, he made a series of targeted governance and policy adjustments, so the situation here has improved considerably. Although it still can't be compared with those livable and wealthy areas, at least, it can be regarded as having a little bit of humanistic care.

A green-haired boy with lean hairstyle slowly paced along the path paved with bluestone bricks while holding a thick book in his hand. On the cover of the book is the words "Political Science".

“…… Is it coming? The roar of the engine brought the boy back to reality, who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and there was no surprise on his face when the white cruiser pierced the sky.

"Father will be busy soon...... However, as my father said, the speed of scientific and technological development in neighboring countries is really too fast...... And we are still enduring the exploitation of the backward policy of aristocracy......"

Lifting his glasses and shaking his head, the young man dispelled the only trace of confusion left in his heart.

"Tolz Non-commissioned Officer Academy...... I'm coming. The boy who raised his head was in the afternoon sun.