The battleship floated on the sea beyond the island. Bright stood on the deck, quietly gazing at the island in the distance.
The first thing that came into view was an enormous concert hall.
Massive pillars of a glass-like material curved upward and crossed one another, forming a dome over the venue below.
At the center of the venue lay an inland sea. A lavish stage stood at its far end, surrounded by densely packed seats.
But Bright's eyes were sharp enough to see at once that this magnificent venue had already fallen into ruin.
Some places had likely been left in shambles by the attack five years ago, while more had been covered by vegetation, bearing the marks of time.
"I remember seeing in the newspapers when I was a child that the world's greatest singers held concerts in this venue."
Tesoro stood beside Bright, staring blankly at the enormous hall as well. "Back then, I thought that when I grew up, I would definitely hold a concert here too. I'd make the whole world listen to my singing."
Bright vaguely remembered that Tesoro had not had a happy childhood. Although he had always loved singing, his mother had hated his voice so much that he had eventually run away from home because of it.
"It's not too late even now," Bright said.
"Hahaha, you're right!"
Tesoro laughed heartily.
"Stop chatting and go take a proper look around the island first!"
Queen Otohime approached with a smile. "I can't wait to see the place where Uta grew up."
"Then let's go."
Bright rolled his neck. "I'm ready too."
"This really is..."
Tesoro loosened up as well. He snapped his fingers, and a large amount of gold dust floated out from the ship's cabin into the sky. "Bright, you're sure