In the washroom, Caven looked at himself in the mirror and murmured, "The Secret Order is hunting me. They might not pay much attention to a coward like me, but I still think I need to get stronger as much as possible. I don't want to lie in a cold coffin yet. That's why I fled all the way here."
"Tingen is a nice place, and I'd even like to settle down here, but there are too few channels. The Beyonder ingredients I can gather are very limited."
"Perhaps going out to sea would be a good choice."
He took out the crystal pendant he used for divination and let it hang straight down. Once the crystal had stopped moving, he used the Pendulum Method to perform a divination.
"My hope of growing stronger lies at sea."
"My hope of growing stronger lies at sea."
After repeating it seven times, he saw the crystal pendant rotate clockwise at a moderate pace. Having received this revelation, Caven put the pendant away and returned to their private box.
"I'm in," the Seer said firmly.
"Wonderful!" Nefi cheered. Over the past few months, she had gotten to know Caven well.
Caven was composed, levelheaded, and restrained. Whenever she faced a difficult decision, he could always help her choose through divination. Naturally, Nefi was delighted to hear that he would be joining them aboard the ship. She wanted another familiar friend on board, too.
Sifa nodded and said, "Then I owe you both an apology."
"To conceal my identity, I've been using a disguise. The 'Duke' you know is merely one of my identities in the Loen Kingdom."
Sifa passed a hand over his face. His skin writhed, changing back into his original features. "This is the real me. My friends at sea call