The sea churned ceaselessly, waves undulating.
The small boat was swallowed in an instant.
The 'Piper' leaped up.
As if flying, he landed on the wooden bridge of the harbor.
That abruptly changing color, had already returned to normal by the time he landed.
It seemed as if nothing had happened at all; disregarding the surrounding guards, he strode directly towards the 'Octopus Pub'.
There were no guards in front of the 'Octopus Pub'.
The door was open, too.
Inside, the tables and chairs had been cleared out save for one table and two chairs.
Pea soup, grilled sausages, thin pancakes, and bacon were laid out.
Divided into four plates, they were placed in front of Jason.
However, Jason wasn't attracted to the food before him.
He was watching the person at the pub's entrance.
Or more precisely…
The 'flute' in the other's hand!
The emerald flute, under the sunlight, shone with dreamlike colors.
