No matter who it is, the first time you see the "Crimson Emperor", you will be attracted by the special landscape here-the red city walls and buildings, and even the bricks used to pave the road are mainly red. The entire imperial capital seemed to have been thrown away and washed in a large dyeing vat full of endless red.

Under the prosperous red on the surface, there is a unique historical and humanistic atmosphere accumulated here by a strong culture and time. The good intentions of the designers of the Imperial Capital have still played a huge role until now. The atmosphere and delicate, solemn and gentle feeling fills everyone's heart.

And when the pure white wings traverse the sky like an elegant eagle, the wonderful arc outlined in the sky and the powerful sound of the guiding force engine make people in busy streets forget for a while. The things in hand, looking up at the natural beauty.

After flying over the small towns of the Ostrobothnia and Sankt districts, the beautiful Notre Dame Park and the Triumphal Avenue that represents the central axis of the imperial capital and leads directly to Dreikaels Square in front of people. Amidst the excitement and cheers of the tourists and residents of the imperial capital, the "Elseyou" once again turned gracefully, circled the emperor’s residence "Balfraim Palace", and passed the prestigious song of the imperial capital. Theaters and cultural squares point directly to Ostrobothnia.

According to the established orbit, after patrolling the various urban areas of Heimdall for a week, this epoch-making super cruiser will finally land at Heimdall International Airport. Therefore, the originally crowded airport has long been ordered to clear the ground. In addition to the guards who are waiting in battle, there is also a large-scale welcome group led by the head of the imperial capital. And at both ends of the narrow passage where the luxurious carpets have been laid, countless cameras of all kinds, like long guns and cannons, are already ready to go, looking forward to recording every moment that is coming.

At the forefront of the crowd, but also in the most prominent position-teenagers and girls wearing luxurious dresses unique to the royal family, with golden and red as the main color, showed unprecedented excitement.

Under the eyes of such a crowd-the "El Seio" finally began to slowly descend amidst exclamation.

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In the evening, the Sanker District is always filled with a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere when the bell rings. But on this special day, everything seems to be a little different. The thoughtful people in the embassies of various countries walked out of their houses early, thinking about various things in their hearts.

Of course, in addition to diplomats, ambassadors, and military attaches sent by various countries, there are also some rare figures that appear on the streets to attract people's attention-that is, the students of the "St. Astraya Women's College".

Unlike the adults who have ghosts in their respective hearts, the girls just want to wait and see simply because of the presence of Her Royal Highness. After all, it is not the first day that Alphan, a beautiful and beautiful girl who is the treasure of the empire, will be entering the women's college from next year to circulate in the streets. Besides, the women's academy, which has always been strictly managed, gave them a break, even if they are all well-bred eldest ladies, they can't avoid their long-repressed playful nature. When the white wings carrying the hero's return pierced the sky, bursts of whispers broke out among the crowd.

The Sanker District, which has become different from the past due to the arrival of the White Wings, is the Notre Dame Park in the northeast corner of the Imperial Capital. Even on a somewhat special day like today, it still looks natural and peaceful. On a platform in the center of the park, the red-haired teenager is gracefully pulling the violin, letting the beautiful melody flow freely.

"Is this "White Wing"? "When the roar of the engine interrupted the young man's thoughts and made him look up, he sighed like this. At that moment, he seemed to feel that everything he was upset--no matter in terms of playing skills, It was the contradiction with his father—it was alleviated at that moment.

"I... have to work hard."

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In the palace, since most of the power was delegated to Prime Minister Osborne, the blond man who has gradually faded out of people’s sight, who is not Emperor Jukent Lezer Yanor III, but who can he be?

The year has passed, he wears a very finely trimmed moustache, and his face is as calm as water, without any abnormality-if it weren't for the golden robe that was a symbol of the supreme power of the empire, it proved his irreplaceable identity. In case, someone might even regard him as an ordinary teacher or writer.

However, only a few people know that what is hidden under such a gentle appearance is a clear heart that can see and feel everything. In any case, it is a bit too conservative to leave the necessary public activities to a pair of children and choose to stay 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 deceiving the emperor and interfering in the chaos.

But at this moment, he, accompanied by Princess Priscilla, silently stared at the white wings that came along the Avenue of Triumph, his face was calm and he didn't say a word.

"That's... the airship that Oribat took? It's really a beautiful ship."

"Well...it is indeed an epoch-making creation, as Olibate said." Ukent III nodded slightly.

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

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

"My child... As you wish, the stage has been set up. Which step can be done next... It's up to you. This country, this era, is about to usher in... inevitable turmoil. ."

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Ostend, the southernmost tip of Heimdall, was once a hot potato that was notoriously difficult to manage. However, after Karl Regnitz, the head of the imperial capital from here, took office, he carried out a series of targeted governance and policy adjustments, so the situation here has been greatly improved. Although it still can't be compared with the rich areas that are suitable for living, at least it can be regarded as having a little humanistic care.

A green-haired young man with a dry haircut, holding a thick book in his hand, slowly paced the path paved on bluestone bricks. On the cover of the book are the gilded characters "Politics".

"...Come?" The roar of the engine brought the boy who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge back to reality-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 technological development in neighboring countries is too fast... And we are still enduring the exploitation of the backward policy of the aristocracy. ..."

He helped his glasses and shook his head. The boy dispelled the only trace of confusion in his heart.

""Toltz Sergeant Academy"...I'm here. "The young man who raised his head is completely natural in the noon sun.