As everyone knew, there was no Elma aboard the Elma.
According to outside rumors, the Elma was crewed by four heroes who were basically drunkards.
But in reality, there should have been one more.
Five drunken hero types.
Whenever those five gathered together, even Lemoni, one of the five, sincerely felt a chill run down his spine.
On such a huge ship, he could not find a single normal person. It really was...
Yet Stheno looked thoroughly interested. "I think it's pretty nice."
She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, a trace of bliss on her face.
"To travel aboard that legendary ship alongside heroes... Ahh, I never thought you had such good tas— Hm? What's wrong? Why did you turn your head away?"
"Nothing, nothing. But that's how you see that ship?" Lemoni pinched his face hard several times, forcing his expression—neither quite clam nor not-clam—back into its icy composure.
"Isn't that how everyone sees it? Mm... Or rather, I can only understand the Elma that I know." Stheno jumped down from Lemoni's shoulder, stood on the city wall, then turned and smiled at him. "After all, your era is simply too far removed from ours."
"Ah, yes." Lemoni nodded with a sigh. "So far removed that I don't even know how long it's been."
"You know, I don't really have any sense of that."
After all, he had only been sixteen when he died. It was impossible for him to possess any concept of an excessively long span of time.
Lemoni only knew that it had been very, very long—so long that he was even surprised the deeds of the Elma could still be passed down after all that time.
Hermes
"Ah—"
Stheno turned around, but her foot slipped, and she toppled over the edge of