The difference was all in the comparison. Life aboard the Airship made them feel that this was what living ought to be.
The wind on deck was fierce, though. The Airship traveled faster than a Sea Ship, and anyone with a weaker constitution might have been swept away. But the second and third floors had spacious indoor observation decks with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows that could withstand the wind, offering a clear view outside.
Anyone who wanted a better look at the scenery below could open the Crystal Mirror beneath their feet. The view was a little different, but they could still see the vast Misty Sea racing past below.
No one knew what Gaines had said to those young people. After gathering themselves and recognizing the gap between them, the youths from the Thirteen Misty Islands finally stopped standing on ceremony and began approaching the members of the Red Wind Mercenary Group. They could always find something to talk about if they tried.
The Red Wind Mercenary Group had traveled far and wide, and its members were nowhere near as ignorant as the youths of the Barton Empire had assumed. They were all excellent storytellers. The continent was full of strange and wondrous sights, and impressing young people who had barely ventured beyond their own doorstep could hardly have been easier.
Once the youths set aside their airs and status, they were quite easy to get along with. Within two days, they had become close with the Red Wind Mercenary Group and were full of longing for the lives its members led. They had watched the group fight at sea from the beginning and could only look on with envy. They knew that while their strength might be on par with the mercenaries', they lagged far behind in combat instincts