The enormous ship sailed steadily through the deep blue waves of the Lingus Sea.
Three days had passed since they set sail, and Alice and Sylphy's initial sense of novelty and excitement at leaving the Demon Continent
had gradually given way to monotonous ocean views and the rocking of the ship.
Cui Ciyou stood beside the porthole in the VIP cabin, gazing out at the boundless sea.
The salty, damp sea breeze swept across his face, stirring the black hair over his forehead.
Sylphy sat quietly nearby, engrossed in a travelogue about the customs and people of the Central Continent that she had bought in Wen Harbor.
Both she and Cui Ciyou had adapted well to traveling by sea and showed no signs of discomfort.
Not everyone, however, could take it so easily.
"Bleurgh!!! ... Ugh! ... This feels awful! ... I'm going to die! ..."
The sounds of retching and whimpering came from the bed in the corner of the room.
Alice lay limply on the bed, as though every bone in her body had been removed. Her little face was utterly bloodless, and fine beads of cold sweat covered her forehead.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her brows knitted tightly in pain.
One hand clamped firmly over her mouth while the other clutched weakly at the bedsheet, her body trembling slightly from intense nausea.
This "Humanfolk child," normally so energetic and constantly bouncing around, had now been defeated by the dizziness brought on by the rocking ship.
"Alice, are you feeling any better? Would you like some more water?"
Cui Ciyou walked over from the porthole with a cup of warm water, his expression a mixture of helplessness and concern.
Still, he couldn't help finding the sight of a seasick Alice a little funny.
*A Saint-level Swordsman who