Inside the Lightwing Fleet's bridge, Velin watched the scene projected before him with interest.
"That one's putting on an act. You can tell he isn't devout."
"And this one—he's shaking so badly, he must have a guilty conscience. Praying to a deity now is practically turning himself in."
"That one over there..."
Hearing his Lord's remarks, Kyle struggled to keep the corners of his mouth from rising and could only lower his head.
Once upon a time, Velin's own faith in the Goddess of Life had been little more than superficial. As for how far it had progressed now, Kyle guessed it had not improved at all.
Hearing this, Celeste felt that Velin was using other people to mock him, though he had no proof.
The other angels wore varying expressions at these remarks, but inwardly, they all agreed with Velin's guesses.
Before long, Yolia Island came into view.
Looking at the small island that belonged to his territory, Velin let his gaze linger for a few seconds before turning his attention elsewhere.
He had already delayed the Lightwing Fleet for too long. Business had to come first now.
Soon, the coastline of the Xenops Subcontinent came into view.
Out at sea, countless fishermen working the coastal waters gazed at the sight on the horizon, then knelt on their decks to pray to the Goddess of Life.
Along the coast, countless residents looked up at the spectacle in the sky with all manner of reactions: fear, excitement, worry, shock...
The fleet did not stop, heading straight for the Royal Capital in the Ilia Kingdom's Ilia Province.
Although approaching so directly was rather impolite, it would demonstrate his connections to the nations of the northeastern Xenops Subcontinent and show his support for the Ilia Kingdom. It was his way of giving