Moss leaned back in her chair, listening to Little Ball's report. She immediately smiled and praised her:
"Nothing to worry about for now. You did very well, Little Ball."
"Yes, Master. I'll work even harder."
Little Ball happily swayed in the air, looking delighted.
Moss smiled, her fingers rubbing the patterns on the book as her gaze slowly turned toward the iron door.
Knock knock knock!
Someone knocked on the door, and a slightly aged voice came from outside.
"Miss Molly."
"Come in."
Click! Creak...
The iron door opened, revealing an old butler standing in the doorway, dressed in a black butler's uniform.
He placed his right hand over his chest and slowly bowed, speaking in a steady voice.
"Sorry for the wait, Miss Molly. Captain Novi requests your presence."
"I understand."
Moss nodded and gently stood up.
She glanced at Umeilu. As she passed the bed, a small mouse silently emerged from her shadow.
Moss did not linger. She came before the old butler, nodded at him, and said calmly:
"Lead the way."
"Please, this way."
The old butler stepped aside and extended his right hand before walking out of the room.
Moss followed the old butler's back.
The two of them traveled in silence, passing through several slightly noisy corridors in the ship.
There were windows along the corridors. When Moss turned her head, she could see the "oars" moving up and down.
Watching the snow-white clouds slowly retreat outside the window, she secretly wondered with curiosity:
Could this thing really rely on those oars for movement and steering? If they were damaged, wouldn't that be the end of it?
"The Floating Ship possesses a Magic Shield that protects it from attacks. Generally speaking, it wouldn't be so easy to shoot it down."
Moss was startled by the