"What? You're going to the Sea of Mist?!" At the lavish banquet, surrounded by women, Marcel was so shocked that he spat out the wine he had just drunk.
The girl next to him instinctively covered her chest in surprise, only to realize that the wine hadn't spilled on her but was hovering in mid-air.
"That's right. What's the matter? Are you interested in coming along?" Luca's fingertips glowed with a blue light, and the wine in mid-air slowly gathered back into Marcel's goblet.
"I'm not crazy like you." Marcel glanced at his wine glass, his lips twitching. He gestured for a nearby servant to replace it and said, "That's the Sea of Mist we're talking about! Even Transcendent-level beings might not make it out of there. Are you asking me to go there just to die?"
Luca raised an eyebrow. "What a shame. I heard there's a special race in the Sea of Mist, with incredibly beautiful looks and sweet voices. I thought you'd be interested."
