When Cattleya opened her eyes, the apocalyptic scene before her and the low murmurs in her ears all vanished without a trace.
She rose and went to the captain's cabin. Looking at the room filled with decorations and charts of various seas, she slowly pulled her thoughts out of the dream and back to reality.
The greatly digested Clairvoyant potion within her told Cattleya that what she had just seen was very likely the terrifying apocalypse that would soon befall this world.
Was leaving the Queen again making me uneasy, or was it my anxiety over being unable to digest the potion quickly and advance to an angel... I've never had such a clear prophetic dream before. Even when the future was certain to happen, all I got were vague impressions and ambiguous interpretations...
Muttering to herself, she went to the window, drew back the curtain, and looked out at the Future's deck.
Several sailors on duty were carrying out their routine cleaning under Sailor Chief Nina's urging. Having lost his test subject when Sharff was sent to the Queen Anne's Revenge, Frank Lee was listlessly fiddling with something beside a wooden barrel full of soil. Beyond them lay blue skies and white clouds, a gentle breeze, and a calm sea—fine weather rarely seen on the Berserk Sea.
None of this looked like the arrival of the apocalypse.
Of course, over her two years of digesting the Clairvoyant potion, Cattleya had experienced plenty of situations where peaceful conditions erupted into crises in an instant. She would not let down her guard because of this.
But Queen Mystic's strange behavior a few days earlier, the postponement of their secret gathering, and the complete lack of response to her prayers for help to the Fool and the Goddess of Calamity had all