The airship slowly rose into the sky, the light of dawn spilling across its gilded hull and reflecting a dazzling radiance.
Preston and Margherita stood side by side on the deck, waving farewell to Ang and Quintina below.
The wind howled as the airship gradually sailed away until it became a mere speck on the horizon.
Atop the inner city's walls, Ang withdrew his gaze, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.
Quintina looped her arm through his, a teasing glint flashing in her eyes.
"What, can't bear to see her go?" Her voice was light, carrying a hint of amusement.
"Haha, why would I be reluctant?" Ang shook his head, looking relaxed.
"Only you know whether you can bear it or not." Quintina smiled as she leaned closer, her eyes bright and clear.
Ang sighed helplessly, reaching out to gently pat her cheek. His gaze softened.
"Before I leave for Akreli, let's finish the wedding, the three of us." His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable resolve.
Quintina answered normally, "Sure!"
Then she froze, and it was as though she had been struck. Her breathing quickened, and tears shimmered in her eyes.
She quickly came to her senses, her voice trembling slightly. "Marriage? You mean... what I think you mean?"
Ang looked at her with a smile in his eyes and replied softly, "If you're thinking of it in the human sense... then I suppose that's it."
Those words shattered the desire Quintina had suppressed for so many years.
She suddenly threw herself into Ang's arms, hugging him tightly as she kissed his cheeks and lips wildly. Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably.
"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment..." Her voice caught, unable to conceal her joy.
Ang gently stroked her