As for that floating island with the Golden Chariot, no one, including Klein, whose thirst for mystical knowledge was immense, suggested going up to "take a look around."
Unless they wanted to become black footprints like that unlucky pirate.
After circling around the four pillars supporting the island, the Future continued through the nearly windless sea. Although the classically styled sailing ship lacked steam power, its masts, painted with strange symbols, clearly drew powerful propulsion from the faint breeze, so it did not slow down.
The next few hours of travel became tedious. This was the only ship on the vast, boundless sea. Other than that, there were illusory islands in the distance whose distance was nearly impossible to judge, flames occasionally floating on the water, and the scorching sunlight that never changed.
Did the Admiral of Stars really know the route? She couldn't even tell directions, could she...? Watching the endlessly repeating scenery, Angel had countless doubts, but they had only entered this sea for a few hours, and Cattleya had acted as though she was extremely familiar with it. Angel decided to wait and see for now.
Klein also narrowed his eyes beneath the sunlight that had maintained its noon intensity, scanning the unchanging sea in an attempt to find clues about the mermaids.
Until a pirate cautiously approached and informed them that the meal was ready.
After Angel had saved all the pirates with Sedative Disease last night, then protected everyone who had been thrown into the air during breakfast, most of the Future's crew now respected her as one of their own. By extension, they treated her companion, the gloomy, scandal-ridden Mad Adventurer Gehrman Sparrow, considerably better as well.
As long as he did not deliberately approach the Admiral of Stars...
Just as Angel and Klein