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Chapter 1379: Special Goods

Kingdom of Dawn. Thorn Town.

The small town at the foot of Cage Mountain had been deserted once. Now it was neither small nor quiet.

Beyond serving as outpost and headquarters for the Cage Mountain operations, it housed the Aerial Knights Academy’s frontline training camp. To support the Academy’s enormous operating costs, the project team had built wide reinforced-concrete roads connecting to the main north-south artery that ran all the way up into the Kingdom of Dawn. The steady, heavy flow of resources in and out drew merchants who had lost their routes to Wolfheart and Everwinter; Graycastle had become their greatest hope of profit, and they arrived with everything from full project contracts to carts of beverages. Where merchants came, people followed. Within a year the town had expanded in concentric rings — inns and taverns that you’d have expected only in major cities now scattered themselves around the old center.

From the air, Tilly had watched this change take shape more clearly than anyone.

Before winter, the original town had been easy to pick out from above — a patch of mottled brown and gray rooftiles, weathered by decades, disorganized and sparse. The outer rings were different: wooden buildings, stone bungalows, a few structures in new cement. Since the calcining technique had reached the Kingdom of Dawn, certain nobles and merchants had already begun building with it. The snow from the Months of Demons blurred the line between new and old, but the old quarter still announced itself through the irregularity of its streets.

Border Town had probably looked like this once.

After dispatching Vanilla and Broken Sword at Iron Axe’s request, Tilly had returned to her usual instruction. The number of “Fire of Heaven Mark II” aircraft had reached close to forty units; combined with the twenty-odd Mark Is, the Aerial Knights had become a genuine force. The First Army’s successful counterattack was inseparable from that air cover. Against Devilbeasts, the Fire of Heaven was a far greater threat than any machine gun, and without effective aerial assault the demons couldn’t close the distance before the Artillery Squad had finished firing and begun its withdrawal. As long as no Senior Demons appeared, the enemy couldn’t approach the First Army at all.

During every operation, a column of Fire of Heavens would cruise down the runway in rapid succession, their engines loud enough for the adjacent town to hear clearly. People who witnessed the sight — the steel birds lifting in sequence, spreading out across the sky — found their understanding of Graycastle revised in a single moment. Even a massed charge of knights could not be compared to it. That spectacle had become one of Thorn Town’s chief attractions, and nobles from across the Kingdom of Dawn began making the journey specifically to watch takeoffs and landings. Gradually, the buildings with the best sightlines toward the training grounds had begun charging admission.

Tilly had heard this from a guard, who reported it with what sounded like genuine pride.

But growth carried its own problems. Beyond the production rate of new aircraft, the shortage of qualified pilots was slowly becoming a crisis.

Conscription required a minimum level of literacy and a physique compatible with extended flight. Only candidates who met both could progress to actual training, and the time from there to frontline readiness depended entirely on individual talent. Over the course of her instruction, Tilly had encountered more than a few students who performed beautifully in practice sessions on the ground and fell apart the moment the aircraft left the earth. Those students, in the end, could only join the logistics teams.

The conversion of the Fire of Heaven Mark II to a single-pilot configuration had temporarily eased the pressure. Without that change, the Aerial Knights would already be in the absurd position of having unflown planes and no one to fly them.

Tilly had expanded recruitment channels and increased class sizes. Beyond those measures, she wasn’t certain what else to do.

Fortunately, Roland valued the Aerial Knights and — more importantly — did not dismiss her suggestions. The next intake of students was already being organized and would arrive in Thorn Town within the month.

Concentrated flight training ran until midday. As an Extraordinary, Tilly didn’t need the noon rest that ordinary pilots required to recover. After temporarily handing off her instructor duties, she would often take a plane up herself: testing new ideas that had developed during the morning’s lessons, and simply being in the air, which still felt like the truest form of thinking.

This afternoon, she noticed something different at the warehouses.

Students and ground crew both had abandoned their usual posts. Instead, they clustered toward the warehouse complex as though drawn by gravity. No one was scattered; they were assembling.

A guard reached her quickly with a report.

“Princess Tilly — Neverwinter appears to have sent a new batch of cargo for your confirmation.”

“New cargo?” She didn’t recall any such arrangement. But the distance between here and Neverwinter meant last-minute changes were routine. She didn’t question it.

At the warehouses, the crowd parted and opened a path as she approached. Before she could see the goods, a voice found her.

“Lady Tilly!”

Molly came bounding through the gap and threw herself into her arms.

Tilly ruffled the girl’s head with resigned affection and looked up. The Magic Servant — swollen to the size of a large blue balloon — was carefully folding itself around the cargo from the transport truck and moving it into the warehouse. The sight of the Servant was usually enough to stop any crowd. But that alone didn’t explain the assembly.

No. That’s not it.

When her eyes finally reached the crates, she understood.

Three of them. Cold metallic surfaces, identical in material to the cases used for Fire of Heaven shipments, but longer and notably more slender. On each side, a pair of scarlet cloud marks spread outward like wings in flight.

The markings carried no obvious practical significance, which was precisely why they were striking.

Tilly’s heart stopped for one beat.

“Any specific requirement on the color of the aircraft? Then how about red?”

“Does it matter?”

“Normally, the party that dominates the sky is painted in that color.”

The ground crew worked with efficient speed. As the bolts came off the first crate and the sealed boards were removed one by one, the crowd’s breath hitched into silence.

An airframe none of them had ever seen before appeared before them.

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