Although Danitz's attempt to change the subject was somewhat stiff, he was indeed very knowledgeable about the local characteristics of the Rorsted Archipelago and explained them in great detail.
At the very least, Cyril listened attentively. He even felt that if he had had someone like Danitz as a guide before, his Scribe potion might have digested faster.
After dinner, once Danitz had taken the initiative to pay the bill, he looked at Cyril and asked, "Where are we going next?"
"Of course, we're visiting your captain. Or were you planning to buy some local specialties to take back to the ship?"
Cyril answered while turning his head to look at him.
Danitz immediately shook his head. "We're pirates who make our living at sea. Nothing here counts as a specialty, um... except for the girls at the Red Theater."
"Then let's go."
As he spoke, Cyril turned into an empty alley, stretched out his hand to press against the cold, damp air, and pushed forward with force.
Fine, brilliant starlight instantly surged forth, rapidly weaving together to outline an illusory door covered in patterns before him.
He turned back to glance at Danitz and Klein. One grabbed the hem of his clothes, while the other rested a hand on his shoulder.
As he stepped forward, all three of them vanished from where they stood.
In the northern Sonia Sea, in the waters between Dainos Island and the Gargas Archipelago.
A sailing ship several dozen meters long, clean and tidy, sailed across the deep blue, nearly black sea. Under the crimson moonlight, it reflected traces of golden radiance.
On the deck at the bow, scattered starlight suddenly surged out at a certain moment, quickly intertwining to form an illusory door.
Immediately afterward, Cyril, looking perfectly normal, emerged from behind the