The Lost Homeland and the Glittering Star sailed through a uniform gray-white void.
This long voyage at the edge of the world seemed to be drawing to a close — even if Duncan never spoke of it outright, every soul on board could faintly feel that the day of ending was approaching.
Right now, everyone had gathered around the long table in the Lost Homeland’s cabin.
Even Lucrecia had temporarily entrusted her own ship to the puppet Luni and the rabbit Rabi.
The sea witch sat at Duncan’s side, and the little automaton Nilu, who had only just officially become a crew member of the Glittering Star, obediently perched on her mistress’s shoulder.
It was Nilu’s first time appearing here; she was carefully clutching a lock of Lucrecia’s hair and peering about with wide-eyed curiosity.
Sherry watched that exquisite, doll-like figure in her ornate dress with amusement.
When the puppet turned to look at her, Sherry suddenly lifted a hand and made a teasing sound: “Hey-ha—”