Two days passed quietly. The three aboard the Little Ul were already approaching the winter island and would arrive in half a day at most.
The temperature had also plummeted. Nolan and Enel had both put on thick clothes and shivered from time to time. Only Cifer still wore his signature outfit.
According to Nolan's original calculations, without an Eternal Pose, they would probably need to spend some time taking detours before reaching their destination.
Unexpectedly, whenever they encountered uncertain areas on the charts, Captain Cifer simply made the entire ship fly so she could determine the right direction.
As a result, they avoided all unnecessary detours and smoothly approached Drum Island.
"Captain Cifer, did we come to Drum Island to find a doctor for Big Brother Enel?"
Nolan remembered the captain saying a few days ago that Enel seemed to have some kind of illness.
"We are looking for a doctor, but not to treat this guy. Chuunibyou is terminal. There's no cure for it."
Cifer's abilities and strength did not require a doctor, but the other two aboard the Little Ul did.
"Huh?!"
"What nonsense are you spouting again, you bastard?!"
Under her concerned gaze, Enel's eye twitched as he once again began one of his daily routines: cursing Cifer out.
"Hm?"
In the middle of his tirade, he suddenly stopped and looked toward the bow—or rather, at the sea ahead.
"A group of idiots eager to die has arrived. They've come at just the right time to help me out."
Cifer, who had been lying in a deck chair contentedly accepting the insults, stood up.
Below and ahead of the Little Ul, a massive submarine was rising to the surface.
"How is that person standing on the sea?!"
Following Enel's gaze, Nolan voiced her confusion.
Before her