Parting with Regret

Angel froze for a moment before he understood what Tulas meant.

During the time Tulas had been lingering at death's door, he had blurted out all manner of nonsense without the slightest restraint. It seemed he really had said before that, because he was too hungry, he prayed for more ships to enter the Isle of Dead Silence. Since he could not get out himself, he at least hoped the outside world would bring more food and water.

And at the time, Lucas's skull had been gleaming with golden light beside him. Clearly, it had heard those words.

"So... ships kept disappearing in the Gear Abyss in later generations because of something you said offhand?" Angel murmured in astonishment.

Back aboard the Cloud Conch, he had learned from Helen that ships frequently became lost in the Gear Abyss. He had previously thought it was merely an unknown phenomenon of the Devil Sea, but now that he considered it, it had actually been caused by Tulas's careless babbling?!

Tulas took off his helmet and scratched the back of his head, revealing an utterly harmless smile. "I don't know either."

As a soul body, Tulas had returned to the appearance of his youthful prime. His spirited short black hair jutted outward like hedgehog spines, but unfortunately... it was paired with a baby face. No matter how one looked at him, he resembled a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy.

"Lucas's skull fulfilled your wish for spatial transference, and it also fulfilled your wish to never perish. Now that you have become a soul, or an undead, you truly will not perish." Angel shook his head. A whole chain of upheavals in later generations had turned out to stem from Tulas's unconscious mutterings.

Because of that alone, who knew how many people and ships had