52. Arrival of Goddess
LANDING IN SPARKLIGHT COUNTRY, HOLLOWMIST CITY --
The announcement tone pinged.
"We have now landed at Hollowmist International Airport…"
The voice wasn't even finished when Marcelline already felt the pressure of a headache blooming behind her eyes.
Finally. After 19 hours of flying, 3 countries, 2 layovers, and one pilot who nearly forgot he was piloting because he was too busy staring at her during beverage service.
As the seatbelt sign turned off, passengers practically scrambled to stand up — but not for their luggage.
For her.
Marcelline sighed, already bracing herself.
The moment she stepped into the aisle, the reactions began:
Gasps.
Soft choking noises.
Someone whispering, "By the stars… an angel?"
Someone else whispering, "No… definitely a goddess…"
One man's knees actually buckled, and his family had to hold him upright.
An older lady made the sign of blessing.
A teenage boy dropped his phone.
A flight attendant clutched her chest dramatically.
Marcelline dragged her suitcase forward, ignoring all of it with the emotional stability of a woman who had endured this her whole life.
People began to follow her like a slow, enchanted parade.
By the time she reached the front exit of the plane, even the pilot had stepped out to see her off.
The pilot — a man in his 50s, usually calm and stoic — turned pink to the ears.
"Ma'am… I… uh… safe travels? And… uh… if you ever need a personal flight… I-I mean pilot… I— I can—"
Marcelline gave him a tired smile.
"I appreciate it. Really. But I'm good."
He nearly fainted.
Fresh air hit her face as she walked down the portable stairs onto the runway — and that's when the real chaos began.
Three ground staff workers froze mid-task.
A luggage driver accidentally drove his cart straight into a pole.
Two airport officers forgot regulations and tried to fix their uniforms while staring, each pretending they weren't staring.
Passengers behind her whispered like it was a sacred moment:
"Who is she?"
"Is she… is she real?"
"She looks like a blessing that learned to walk."
"Maybe she's a celebrity—"
"No celebrity looks like that."
"Bro, I think I'm in love. Don't touch me."
Flashlights clicked.
Phones rose.
Even people from the connecting gates on the terminal walls pressed themselves against the glass to look.
Marcelline closed her eyes briefly, inhaling patience.
Then exhaled defeat.
"…Not again," she muttered.
Her voice was soft, elegant, but so drained.
She was too tired for this divine-level chaos.
The automatic doors slid open, and Hollowmist City's airport instantly turned into a silent storm.
The entire arrival hall fell silent for a heartbeat.
Then the whispers erupted like fireworks.
"She's glowing—"
"No, she's shimmering—"
"Her eyes— look at her eyes!"
"Is she… is she even human?"
"Marry me."
"Bro shut up— I saw her first."
Several people actually slowed to a stop, admiring her like she was a holy artifact.
One kid tugged his mother's sleeve.
"Mom, is she a queen?"
A middle-aged businessman whispered, hand over his heart,
"I think I am… converted."
Airport security, in sync, straightened and adjusted their caps.
Even the female officers weren't spared— they blushed, flustered, adjusting their hairstyles.
Marcelline tugged her hoodie up a little.
"…Please," she whispered to no one.
"Just let me pass without someone proposing this time."
Fate, of course, did not listen.
A man holding a bouquet (meant for someone completely else) suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Goddess… marry—"
"No."
She didn't even stop walking.
The man collapsed melodramatically on the floor.
A small group of college students recognized her beauty as something unfamiliar but unforgettable.
One whispered:
"Bro, if she had a fandom, I would join on the spot."
Another whispered back,
"She has a fandom. Look— we're forming it right now."
They gathered behind her like ducklings following a mother, taking selfies with her back in the background.
Marcelline didn't even bother stopping them.
At this point, being unintentionally worshipped was as normal as breathing.
Her luggage wheels rolled across the polished floor.
Her feet felt like bricks. Her eyes half-open. Her brain only thinking about a hot shower and a quiet hotel room.
"Why do people stare like this every time…" she muttered, rubbing her forehead.
"Not again… not today…"
She desperately needed sleep. Peace. Silence.
But instead…
The entire airport had fallen in love at first sight.
Again.
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