The airship was as long as an entire football field. Its main body was an enormous gasbag with a brown skin, covered in steel armor plates joined tightly together by countless thick rivets, their cold metallic sheen glinting in the sunlight.
Enormous propellers roared as they churned the air, and the steam engines let out deafening bellows.
This steel behemoth was cumbersome, imposing, and brimming with the brute force of industry.
Elliot's gaze drifted involuntarily through the porthole toward the rear of the passenger cabin, where several pitch-black cannon muzzles protruded.
Damn it, this thing even had aircraft cannons!
According to the Old Butler, this armored airship, the Red Copper Heart, was actually rather small as airships went. The true aerial fortress was the Iron Firmament, a mobile stronghold that, legend had it, could remain aloft forever.
Below the airship lay a magnificent, rolling sea of clouds; aboard it stood rows of aircraft cannons. Elliot could not help swallowing.
Oh no, I was starting to like this era.
Traveling by airship greatly reduced the time spent on the road. A journey that would take several days by ship could be completed by that very evening aboard an airship.
Holly von Strauss, the Third Prince's trusted aide, was also aboard.
But Conrad had clearly made a point of keeping Elliot's designated area far away from Holly, silently conveying the Sterling Family's stance of trying to maintain its distance from the Third Prince's faction.
That also left him free to ask questions now.
"So-is there really a way to recover from aging?"
The Old Butler looked somewhat resigned. His young master had clearly been in much better spirits since leaving the Mansion and had asked a whole slew of bizarre questions. Although the young master barely listened even when he answered, the