The cold wind over the sea roared past the barrier, the background of sky and sea constantly receding in view, and the outline of the land was getting closer, with communication with the Northport hub becoming clearer.
Melita was clearly speeding up.
"Maybe it's just the Mithril Ring that's broken," though worried about the situation between Cecil and Typhon, Gawain casually said to Lady Dragon, "Talronde's technology is advanced, but nothing is imperishable."
"Probably," Melita seemed somewhat distracted, "Anyway, we must hurry... Something big is really going to happen this time."
Gawain didn't respond, simply turned his head and looked far into the direction of Northport's coastline, remaining silent for a long time.
Nearby, Veronica, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them. The "Saint Princess" stood up, looking thoughtfully towards the land, a trace of confusion appearing on her face.
