On the Flying Airship, Perfikot was standing on the deck, gazing into the distance.
The wind, sharp as a blade, whipped across her cheeks, causing a pain that resembled needle pricks.
But Perfikot paid no attention; she merely stood on the deck at the bow, looking out over the sea of clouds ahead.
At this moment, the Flying Airship was navigating above the cloud layer. Below her feet was a sea of clouds that resembled the ocean, appearing serene and peaceful.
However, Perfikot was well aware that beneath the clouds, a storm was raging, and the Flying Airship had ascended to this height to avoid it.
This situation she faced was much like that of the Knight; both the Empire and the Northern Territory still seemed under her control, everything appearing quite stable.
Yet beneath this stability, undercurrents were already surging and stirring.
