Three days later, Velin brought Xuemya with him and took the Star Moon Floating Ship to the Sixth Teleportation Array Island.
On the sea, Velin leaned against the railing and watched the surging waves, while his mind was on something else entirely.
If he wanted Celeste and that Chosen One of the God of Opera and Art to have a delightful misunderstanding, the key was that Celeste had to get drunk.
"I hope Kyle has already succeeded."
Hearing Velin's murmur, Xuemya replied softly, "Don't worry. When Kyle handles something, he'll make sure nothing goes wrong."
"That's true." Velin turned sideways, looked at his wife in the wind, and said with a smile, "I just wonder whether Celeste will wake up and go after Kyle with a blade."
After thinking it over briefly, Xuemya said, "I think that's very possible."
"Never mind. We'll deal with it when the time comes."
"For now, we'll follow the plan. Kyle will handle Celeste, and I'll handle that Chosen One of the God of Opera and Art."
"As long as we can make her stay, we'll only be one Legendary short of the ten needed to establish the kingdom."
Velin reached out and wrapped an arm around Xuemya's waist, emptied his mind, and began admiring the seascape.
Xuemya leaned against Velin's shoulder, closed her eyes, and thought about nothing, simply enjoying this warm moment.
On the Sixth Teleportation Array Island, beneath a seaside pavilion, Kyle looked at the soundly sleeping Celeste, and a smile could not help appearing on his face.
After all that effort, he had finally gotten this fellow to fall asleep.
Barring any accidents, ten jin of Drakotas wine should be enough to keep this fellow asleep for an entire month.
Everything was ready. Now all that remained was to wait for