Barn sat on Laboon's back with a gloomy expression, holding the same fishing rod he had used for ages without ever catching a single fish.
After two years of pampering, Fitz had become a picky eater and no longer liked the special bait Barn prepared, which had once been its favorite.
Barn grumbled at the calm, windless sea, while Fitz, perched on his head, folded its wings and nodded like a person.
Puzzled, Barn tilted his head up, and Fitz dropped into his arms. His pale eyes faced it questioningly.
"I'm thinking about my old friend, Newgate. Who are you thinking about? Don't tell me it's that young brat Marco."
Fitz was highly intelligent and could at least understand what Barn said. At the mention of Marco's name, a strange expression that could only be called bashfulness appeared on its face, remarkably humanlike.
Although Barn couldn't see it, he could still pick up on a bird's emotional shifts. But the thought sent a chill through him...
Please let me be wrong... How could a bird be gay...?
With that thought, Barn put Fitz back on his head, looking thoroughly disgusted.
Even if it is... after all these years, shouldn't it be in love with me...?
Barn pursed his lips at the thought, then immediately shook his head violently, as if trying to fling that terrifying idea out of his mind.
Heaven only knew what this guy was getting jealous over...
Barn stopped thinking about it and decided to act. Since his last visit had left him with regrets, why not make up for them this time? Besides, his precious apprentice was waiting for him in the Sabaody Archipelago...
The thought of Lia made a few of Barn's hairs stand on end. He promptly patted Laboon's back and said,
"Let that