The sea was very calm, the breeze was delightful, the small waves moved slowly, and the sunlight wasn't too intense. If one didn't know the great terror that lurked beneath the deep sea, this could even be described as an enchanting beautiful sight.
It was as if the terrifying nightmare of the entire City-State being dragged into the apocalypse and burning fiercely in the flames had never happened.
At the stern's high platform on the Homeloss, the dark steering wheel was rotating its angle automatically without anyone controlling it, while not far away, the sails were also adjusting their posture slowly.
Nina sat on the edge of the high platform's deck, her upper body leaning over the railing, swinging her legs that were hanging on the outside, while Duncan sat on a large wooden barrel beside her.
"...This feeling is very strange. I know you are my uncle Duncan, I know you are reliable and trustworthy, but at the same time, another 'fact' is also so clear..."
