After Bernadette received no response, she held the Magic Wishing Lamp and walked to the window in the captain's cabin to take in the deep blue sea.
She wasn't impatient, nor did she attempt to use her powers of prophecy, patiently waiting for any further developments.
After a few minutes, a grayish-white fog suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
Right on the heels of that, the fog was dyed golden, as though it was coated with a layer of sticky syrup.
Bernadette immediately bowed her head and looked at the Magic Wishing Lamp in her hand. She saw that the wick at the mouth of the lamp had automatically ignited itself.
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, beside The Fool's chair, the prayer light, which was the size of a human head, was instantly occupied by a distorted, blurry golden figure.
