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An hour before the plane landed, royal soldiers are prepared with precision, their commanders came here and there with tape measurers to make sure that every soldier is in line, literally. If they are not measuring the line, they would go around with tissues, and wiped the faces of the soldiers that displayed such a straight expression.

Next to the red carpet laid out however, are the royal guardians with stout shining armor and brandishing crescent-like blades fitted into long wooden poles with red and white cloths tied up top. Lining up from the plane exit to the entrance of the V.I.P terminal, they endured the winds of jet stream.

High Diplomat Diao Chan anxiously awaited for the arrival of the plane, she bit her nails until the plane was in view, in which she straightened up her ao dai and wore her conical straw hat. As the plane was directed towards the red carpet and its doors open, she walked on the red carpet passing the perfectly neat soldiers next to the air stair. She alone stood in the middle of that carpet, preparing to greet the Qvaiticans.