The drill ended smoothly. Galahad returned to his room in a daze, then bid Theus farewell the next day, hoping to return to Blood Port.
Theus was somewhat surprised, but he still agreed to his request and directly assigned him a ship for the journey back.
This time, Galahad saw another vessel made of steel at sea. Though it sailed in a crooked, wavering course, it neither sank nor fell apart.
The chief knight at the prince's side silently watched the new ship, standing by the rail for a very, very long time.
Ever since returning from Castel, he seemed even more withdrawn than before, like a dry, lifeless piece of wood. Yet upon closer inspection, new shoots could be seen pushing through the cracks in that dead husk.
There was more life in his eyes now, and more resolve.
Having witnessed all this, what choice would he make? What choice would the prince make? Theus was very curious—and very much looking forward to finding out.
Just where would this mysterious lord lead Blood Port?
After seeing Galahad off, Theus finally had some free time again. Everything had now gotten on track, and the administrative system he had built with his own hands was beginning to function. Connor had also returned to the island, so Theus no longer had to handle government affairs day and night.
That gave Theus time to do other things, such as...
In the armchair, the lord's expression gradually grew blank. Meanwhile, in some unknown place far away, worker Theus, whose lower body was frozen in ice and snow, slowly raised his head.
"Hmm, I haven't descended into this body for several days. Why does it feel like it's getting colder and colder? At this rate, won't my whole body eventually freeze over one day?"
Theus