Don't I have any dignity... Alice turned expressionlessly toward Klein and said coldly:
"Perfect. You can wriggle around with your gloves."
Cattleya could not bear to watch any longer. She glanced at the filthy, scattered food on the floor and instructed the chef:
"Prepare breakfast again for the rest of them.
"Give these to Frank. Maybe... maybe he can make use of them."
...?
Alice began seriously considering the possibility of restoring the dining room to its original state.
In the end, she did not do that. After a while, she stood on the deck with a smoked fish clutched in both hands.
This sea seemed to be forever shrouded in the sunlight of noon. As Alice gnawed on the smoked fish and looked at the golden sea surface, she squinted her eyes at an inconspicuous light spot in the distance.
A vivid scene emerged before her eyes: two golden steeds pulled a chariot forged from gold as it raced past, with a sun behind it.
The dazzling sunlight gave Alice the urge to tear up. She looked away and searched for Klein.
He was strolling on the deck. Besides him, there were a few scattered pirates there.
Alice trotted over, reached out to tug on Klein's sleeve, and said after he looked at her:
"Don't look.
"There's a sun over there."
Alice had not deliberately raised her voice, but neither had she deliberately lowered it. Her voice thus sounded across the empty deck, and her indistinct words drew puzzled looks.
Nina had spread the joke about the Blessed, Sealed Artifact, and lover the previous night. Coupled with the events of last night and this morning, most of the pirates and sailors had realized that Alice, who looked underage, appeared to be a young demigod.
It was not as though