Ship!
The "thing" was a ship!
And when Arthur came to this conclusion, the range had significantly narrowed—for after all, ships as valuable as two-thirds of Marinda's price tag weren't plentiful in this world.
Arthur rifled through the memories in his mind and could only think of four.
The first was naturally the "Hercules' Airship," created by the revered "God of Alchemy," "God of Potions," Hercules.
A vessel capable of uplifting a duchy, its value was utterly incalculable.
But that airship was absolutely impossible.
Because as long as Hercules was alive, that airship would not possibly fall into anyone else's hands.
And discarding that airship, there remained three—
The Emperor's flagship of the Empire, the "Golden Dragon"!
The Pope's flagship of the Holy Empire, the "Thorn"!
And then there was...
The Pirate King of the Silver Age's "White Crow"!
Among them, the "Golden Dragon" had sunk during the "Fog War," so it was ruled out.
And the "Thorn"?
