A hidden cave, a group of people squatting excitedly at the entrance, looking up at the approaching airship in the void, their hearts couldn't be more thrilled.
For nearly half a year, a full half a year, they had been staying on this not-so-large plane, idly watching Ange farm the land, bored to death.
If only Ange had let them help, even if it were exhausting, at least they'd have something to do. But Ange never allowed them to help, except for hauling ice, drawing water, and spreading fertilizer. They weren't to interfere with the farming work at all. In Ange's words: No, don't touch, mine.
So, silver coin Nagi and others would often go out, and for those who weren't convenient to leave, staying here was suffocating. Finally, some outsiders intruded, immediately sparking everyone's interest, even the Monarch crawled out of the grave to find some amusement.
