Set Sail
It was indeed moving, and not in the frenzied way it had before.
If anything, the exact opposite was happening. It was more like the ship had stabilized, refueled, and was setting sail again.
When Su Gao delivered two pieces of shocking news in a row, Fu Qian couldn't help sighing inwardly.
Her senses were quite sharp. Something had suddenly happened, and it was clearly unusual.
When they had first explored the ship, he had mentioned that the Institute of Curses' underground was like a dock formed by a miracle, where this escape vessel, adrift through time and space, had briefly stopped.
There had been no whistle or acceleration, but just now Fu Qian had seemed to feel his body shift from stillness to motion. It was as if, without warning, they were already sailing across a vast ocean.
That didn't look like good news, because in theory, this ship had been wandering for over a thousand years.
If they really had set sail again, then simply staying aboard for three days would be nothing.
Let alone the fact that when they might return to the dock was entirely unknown.
"...Those things are all gone now."
Stos remained silent, and Fu Qian didn't rush to say anything. But Aiko, who had been quiet for a long while, seemed unable to bear the silence and brought up another change.
She was right. In the blink of an eye, the filth left behind by the Mal Brothers' self-destruction had all seeped into the ship. Even the unpleasant smell had faded somewhat.
The feathers and scythes had vanished at the same time.
For a moment, it almost seemed as if the two brothers had made a heroic sacrifice to repair the heavens.
Quite right, but Aiko hadn't questioned Su Gao's