Chapter 52: 51. The Person Who Fell from the Sky

51. The Person Who Fell from the Sky

Spark Port is a bustling port in the Ignis Airspace. It is located next to the shipping lane leading to the Floss Airspace. Many goods are distributed here, so the local Finat family makes a fortune.

In the open space in front of the airport, the honor guard was waiting in battle array, and officials at all levels of Spark Port were all in place, arching over the great nobles to welcome the third son of Count Finat who was about to return.

Unlike his two older brothers who cultivated the local area, Winders Finat walked a path unique to him. He bravely broke into the blue sky, became a member of the top Sky Knights, and even became a member of the number one top-tier regiment.

Just this reputation brought many collaborations to the Finat family, gaining benefits on the surface and behind the scenes.

Hearing that Winders was returning to the territory, Count Finat decided to suspend part of the port's operations and specifically carry out a grand welcome ceremony.

Not only were officials and nobles from all walks of life present, but even commoners could get free high-quality meals in the distance and stand in suitable positions to get a panoramic view of the entire ceremony.

Ordinary people and passing travelers were mostly there to join in the fun, but the officials of Spark Port knew clearly that this was not the shrewd Count rarely being extravagant and wasteful. Winders had returned early a few days ago, and now he was just participating in imperial affairs and would return in the afternoon.

The Count just wanted to use this ceremony to promote his style when Winders arrived. In this way, in the empire's brand-new future order, this son who returned from the top-tier regiment would have the opportunity to lead the family to obtain a higher status.

Since the morning, the parade process had been going on, and music had been playing throughout.

Dorothy stood at the edge of the official group.

She was expressionless and didn't talk to anyone, as if any interpersonal relationships and fame and status had nothing to do with her. Those who took the opportunity to socialize were trying hard to show themselves, paired with deliberately chosen grand costumes; she felt like she saw clowns in a circus.

"Ms. Dorothy, may I occupy a little of your—"

"No."

"Beautiful lady, I am—"

"You are a good one. If you go to the parade, you will definitely be able to kick your legs straighter than those soldiers."

"I just returned from the Holy Capital and have seen many top-tier regiment members. Lady, do you know what differences they have from Lord Winders?"

"Do they have a third leg?"

"..."

Dorothy felt that she had deliberately expressed being unapproachable. She didn't dress up and deliberately dressed plainly. If it weren't for her status, she wouldn't want to stand here at all.

On a rare holiday, she just wanted to brew a pot of tea, catch up on the serialized novels in magazines, then sleep, go out to watch the latest movies, try new desserts, and then... no matter what she did, she just didn't want to stand here.

She didn't want to be baptized by the gazes of the people around her carrying various meanings. She had clearly made a gesture of refusal, but she was still being accosted with various purposes.

Some people did it to squeeze into the class she naturally belonged to because of her background, some just cast a wide net for broad socializing, and some people's purposes were relatively simple—they were for her herself.

Perhaps some of these people knew who she was, but that didn't matter. Ladies who were dignified in front of people and dissolute behind people were not uncommon, so why couldn't she be one?

Even though she just simply coiled her hair, deliberately added cold colors when dyeing her hair, dyed it into a crude ginger yellow, and wore brown contact lenses that didn't attract attention—she had even bought these from the Magic Capital through others—but these efforts instead earned her praise of "You are so good at setting off your sweetness."

What was annoying was that no matter what clothes she wore, they were enchanting in others' eyes. They whispered that it was dry and thin if there was one less point, and redundant if there was one more point.

She wore long-sleeved gloves, a long dress, thin cotton socks with ruffles at the shoe opening, and a choker necklace, trying her best not to reveal any skin other than her face.

Dorothy didn't hate others praising her; she equally disliked talking to others.

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying... Why am I here... Damn Finat family... Is it necessary to hold a ceremony to welcome a monkey?

So noisy, so noisy, so noisy... Can you play the music like something people can listen to? Wow, those soldiers in the parade, their steps aren't even aligned, they are all walking with the same hand and foot, so stop thinking about throwing flirtatious glances at the lady on the side... Damn, they are looking at me.

Dorothy missed being wrapped in her quilt more and more. She lowered her eyes, trying to isolate others' intrusion outside her body.

Suddenly, she felt the people beside her start to move in one direction, and the shoe tips that were tentatively stopping in front of her also turned.

Winders Finat is back?

Her eyelashes lifted quietly, and she saw the crowd looking up at the sky in surprise. The commotion covered the gradually stopping music.

In the sky, a large airship was surrounded by cyan-black storms, and even on the deck, there were swirling wind pillars.

A large Griffin with a sturdy build was carrying its knight, launching a charge from the sky toward the deck. Clearly, there was his enemy there.

It's Winders! He's fighting someone!

Some people shouted confidently, some cursed that someone dared to challenge the Finat family's majesty, some simply clamored from the perspective of the "empire" that Dorothy hated, some thought it was a show, and some didn't care if it was a show but thought it was an opportunity to show off Winders' power.

Am I the only one who sees that there is a very beautiful big snake on that ship? That's not an ordinary monster, right? Dorothy thought.

She felt that things weren't that simple.

However, she didn't care about the specific details either.

She just felt that it would be even better if Winders could be beaten to death by someone.

Count Finat called for manpower, quickly letting them take soldiers to the nearby mooring place to start the airship and provide support from above.

Dorothy kept cheering for the invisible enemy in her heart.

Especially when Winders finished his charge and launched another charge. Others might be cheering, or praising Winders' power, but Dorothy was thinking in her heart: Didn't hit, definitely didn't hit, come on, knock him off the Griffin.

Her annoyance from the morning was swept away, and her pretty fists were clenched unconsciously. She only realized it when she felt the silkiness of the glove fabric in her palm.

Just when she was almost unable to suppress her voice, a low, old voice sounded behind her.

"Miss, you should know the family's expectations for your development with Lord Winders. Please do not show an attitude that will be criticized by others, behave yourself."

Dorothy felt that her light and flying mood was strangled by something. It was clear, heavy, and cold, slowly pulling her back to the reality of the ground.

This voice didn't belong to an irrelevant other, but to the butler who followed from home, preventing her from delaying the family's great cause because of "not behaving herself."

Dorothy spent some effort to adjust the breath in her chest before successfully converting it into the short sentence "I know."

She still looked at the sky, but after being reminded, she understood again that she shouldn't have expectations for fate.

All expectations and fantasies had never been realized. How could the expectation of Winders, a member of the number one top-tier regiment, being defeated by someone be realized?

Winders launched another charge, and the crowd's interest grew higher, as if it were a grand performance specially presented for today.

But when the snake-like monster radiated explosive fire, Winders didn't ride the Griffin back into the sky.

The intensity of the cheering slowed down immediately.

The supporting airship reached high altitude, triggering another battle, and the sky was in a mess.

Following a shock wave of energy and an explosion, many people were blown out of the ship and fell freely, while someone jumped down from the sky.

No, that wasn't just one person, it seemed to be—

The crowd screamed and ran to avoid it. Only Dorothy stood blankly in place, watching the figure of the falling person.

On the morning of May 23, 300th year of the Guild Calendar, in front of Ms. Dorothy Campbell, Winders Finat was stepped into the ground by Li Ang, who fell from the sky. ===== CHAPTER 53 =====