Above a calm stretch of sea in the New World, the Mechanical King's flagship, the Ashen, streaked across the sky.
As the moon rose, the searchlights and running lights along the Ashen's hull came on.
Under those lights, the steampunk-style maglev airship revealed its unmistakable form in the darkness: a rivet-covered steel warship.
Coils wreathed in electrical arcs, brass steam pipes, and electromagnetic rapid-fire close-in defense guns covered the warship.
The main turret mounted at the bow, a multistage electromagnetic cannon with a retro sci-fi design, was piercing the Cloud Sea.
The VIP lounge-
This lounge was built from brass, steel, dark wood, and tastefully chosen soft furnishings. Gear-themed ornaments decorated the interior, which was furnished with wrought-iron furniture.
"...Mmm... huu..."
Dressed in a black gothic outfit, Perona sat with her legs folded outward on a low cushion, her upper body sprawled over the coffee table. She rolled her cheek back and forth against the marble.
Her little feet in white stockings wriggled restlessly. Shining, seated on the sofa beside her, followed their movements with his gaze.
The long, polished marble coffee table had a finely engraved brass trim around its edge. A spherical mechanical device embedded in its center released a pleasant mist with a barely perceptible hum.
The mist helped the drowsy Perona perk up a little.
"...Honestly, Princess-were you so excited that you didn't get enough sleep? You're just like a child going on a field trip."
Wearing a short beige secretary-style dress, Kalifa placed a cup of hot tea in front of Perona, then sat beside her on the long sofa.
The elegant, vintage wrought-iron sofa was padded with springs and foam, and upholstered in deep purple velvet.
Kalifa's black stockings now made an interesting contrast with Perona's white ones.
"Compared with little Perona, Hina thinks