George's POV
I was currently waiting at the border of the Bethlan Kingdom, and after what felt like an incredibly long wait, the people we had been expecting finally arrived right on schedule.
"You are George of the Bethlan Kingdom?" one of the newcomers asked the moment they stepped out.
They had arrived aboard some kind of flying machine unlike anything I had ever seen before in my entire life. A massive rotating blade spun above it at an unbelievable speed, creating a deafening noise that echoed across the open plains. Just watching those blades whirl around was enough to convince me that getting anywhere close to them would probably be the last mistake anyone ever made.
"Yes... I am."
I forced myself to pull my attention away from the bizarre machine before looking back at the man who had spoken to me.
