"We can't be sure, but if lady Royale is attacked, it's likely to be by mercenaries. Whitaker hadn't gathered much more than common thugs when facing Marvin last time, but he had equipped them with weapons manufactured by the royale company," Silica answered Jima's question as she took a seat on the airship herself. She then produces G-12 from her jacket, a rather plain looking six shot revolver, and spun it in her hand.
"A lot of them were armed with this, for example - a weapon not available to anyone outside of the organization. Which is why we couldn't trust any of our guards for this - that's where you guys come in. If things go smoothly, great. If Beige is attacked, your main task will be escorting her back to this very same airship. We can expect the attackers not to be particularly skilled, but you shouldn't under any circumstances underestimate them. They had some formidable fighters among them last time."
As she finished speaking, the airship lifted off, beginning its somewhat short journey towards Signal. The pilot lets them know over the intercom that they should arrive in less than twenty minutes.
The group would notice that they were by no means the only ones arriving at this time - numerous other airships had already landed, several more coming in, most of them bringing in excited young students and their families, ready to hear the wise words of huntsmen and huntresses, both current and retired. As soon as the ship touched ground, the doors opened, Silica leading the way out onto the courtyard scroll in hand.
"Oh, lord... now to find Ms. Royale in this mess," Silica uttered, turning to face the students. " The event is taking place in the main auditorium. She might already be there, but just to be sure..."
Just as she was about to call the woman on her scroll, however, Silica jumped as a gentle hand brushed against her cheek from behind her. She spun around, face-to-face with a blonde woman in her late thirties. The woman, dressed in a flowing white gown with salmon colored ribbons falling from her shoulders and back, was stunningly beautiful - her golden hair falling past her shoulders, ending in curls which must have taken hours to get just right; her pale blue eyes seemed compassionate, her naturally long eyelashes accentuating them even further; her perfectly proportioned lips were slightly parted, revealing a smile full of pearl-white teeth. Beige Royale was almost infuriatingly perfect.
She laughed at Silica's reaction, stroking the younger woman's hair. "Hello to you as well, Silica! I'm glad you could make it," Beige said, then glanced past her assistant to get a better look at the girls behind her. "Ah, and you must be the students here to guard me! Beige Royale, a pleasure to meet you all!" She said, giving the group a slight curtsy.