"Lady Nora, did we cause trouble?"
Nora looked past the rail at the ships and airships outside, then let out a soft sigh.
While Castel stood on high alert, Gwen was currently aboard the ship.
After confirming Gwen's identity, Nini had sent people to bring her down from the Steel Ark. The Banshees were not afraid of Pollution descending, making them the best choice for handling this situation.
Gwen and Nora were then placed aboard the Black Pearl.
Although they were only a stone's throw from Castel, Nini had still chosen not to let Gwen go ashore—she had caused so much trouble before even setting foot on the island. Who knew what she might stir up once she got there?
"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of?" Jeremiah, standing beside Gwen, curled his lips. "If I could get my hands on a ship that big, I'd be over the moon. Who cares about Castel? If my ship's big enough, then I'm Castel."
The deck beneath them creaked and groaned. Jeremiah hurriedly patted the railing in reassurance. "Hey, I didn't say you weren't good. I just think... heh, that ship is really something!"
Gwen raised her head and looked at the Steel Ark in the distance. Standing atop it before, she had not felt much, but now that she was viewing it from afar, she could truly sense its immense size.
Had she really summoned such a miraculous creation herself...?
Gwen lowered her head to look at her hands, her face full of confusion.
When she looked up again, she saw a fierce, weathered face right before her. Gwen startled backward a step, while Jeremiah across from her slowly rose to his feet, stroking his beard.
"Little girl, you're strange."
"Strange? What's strange about me? You're the strange one—jumping out and