"See? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
When Reilo found Pseudo-Dark again, the skeleton holding a lantern seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. It knew Reilo would come back one day.
"Mm."
Reilo answered softly. For the sake of π's endless mysteries, he had already decided to accept the other party's request. Calmly, he said, "I need the coordinates of Nason Island."
Nason Island was the home the other party had spoken of.
The so-called ruins of Thunder Continent had long since become drifting islands scattered across the boundless ocean after the ancient war. They numbered in the tens of thousands and existed in clusters. To some backward civilizations on the fringes, a few might seem vast enough to be called continents, but in truth, they were still only islands, drifting across the ocean at immense distances from one another.
That was right—they drifted.
Back in the Academic World's second Golden Age, someone had supposedly been lucky enough to land on some lost islands near the edge of Explosion Lamp Continent. But they had never been found again. The reason was that they drifted, their coordinates constantly changing with the movement of the continental plates.
"Nason Island doesn't have fixed coordinates. I can only tell you how it moves."
The eerie shadow inside the lantern gave Reilo a series of moving coordinates.
To Reilo's surprise, Nason Island wasn't a drifting island in the usual sense he knew. It was a sky island with an Anti-gravity field. There must have been some secret behind it that had kept this creature longing for it all these years.
Reilo asked nothing more. He turned and returned to the Flying Device. With a faint rumble of its engines, it gradually disappeared.
It took him two whole years to