Nora stood on the deck, gazing out at the azure sea.
Vast, beautiful, teeming with life, yet filled with Pollution.
Transcendents generally did not want to come into contact with seawater, nor did they even want to get too close to the sea. No one wanted to endure the oppressive feeling of being surrounded by Pollution.
Unfortunately, this was the Silent Temple's only way out.
She had just received word that negotiations between the Northern Territory and the local lord had also failed. These people who had lived their entire lives amid wind and snow might have no choice but to come to this place by the sea that no one wished to approach.
Shaking her head and driving those troubles from her mind, Nora asked behind her, "Jeremiah, how far are we from Castel?"
"You shall surely be praised, like those in the blazing fire... Less than a day."
"A day... a round trip would take two days." Nora muttered to herself. "I should write a letter instead. Do you have carrier pigeons?"
"He is kind, yet... Yes, but they only go to Gem Bay."
"That's fine. Bring one over." Nora set down the Flail in her hand, drove away Jeremiah, who kept chanting passages from the Silent Temple's Holy Scripture, and went to the table to begin writing a letter.
She had originally intended to go straight to the Northern Territory, but her ship had been intercepted by a pirate vessel on the way.
Nora admitted that she had been a little too anxious, and her exchange with the pirates had not been very friendly. In any case, she only later learned that the pirates had not been trying to rob her. They had merely been inspecting passing ships to prevent Theus from fleeing.
Thus, feeling somewhat guilty,