I was sitting on a sofa on the deck of the ship looking up, there was a large island in the distance surrounded by scattered clouds, some of these clouds are strange colors.
"What is that?" (I)
"The climate on that island is a little bit special, just as the name suggests." (Arthur)
"Huh!? Arthur?" (I)
"Good to see you again Holy Son." (Arthur)
"Please stop calling me that, it was hard enough convincing Lilian to stop." (I)
"This is a difficult request, maybe you don't realize it, but just as your Aura is disgusting to the people of the Church of Light, to me and anyone who is a worshiper of the Blood Goddess, your Aura is Holy." (Arthur)
"Not only yours, but your sisters too, you are living symbols of our Faith, I'm sure some of the most fervent worshipers will find it difficult not to cry in your presence due to strong emotion." (Arthur)
"That looks troublesome..." (I)
