In the clear skies of the Holy Kingdom, a "Giant Beast" weaved through the clouds, appearing and disappearing. The white steam it expelled became part of the cloud cover.
The Airship's journey was incredibly smooth. Compared to an airplane, the takeoff and landing were almost imperceptible. The first-class cabin here was more like a private dining room, with tables covered in white cloths and seats that were soft, comfortable armchairs.
Like the other passengers, Rorschach was nestled in his armchair, watching cities and fields pass by through the porthole. After watching for a while, he took out a copy of the *Red Butterfly Report* that he hadn't had a chance to read yet.
'It's actually a collection of stories, and there are even a few comics... Ugh, the content is a bit risqué. Seems like a pulp magazine.'
