On the turbulent sea, the White Agate cut steadily through the waves.
Several empty glasses sat before Lumian-na, but her cheeks were only faintly flushed.
Things really are different here from Intis... Lumian-na idly swirled the half glass of liquor in her hand, entirely unselfconscious about now being a woman. In Intis, someone would probably have come over to ask me to hook up by now. No, I should use more refined language now-someone would have come over to flirt with me.
But thinking about it, that's still pretty disgusting... I wonder how Franca got over that mental hurdle.
Ah, better not think about it. Whatever happens, I mustn't turn out like Franca!
The thought of Franca, her sister's compatriot, rapidly becoming even more uninhibited than the people of Intis after turning into a Demoness sent a chill through Lumian-na.
At that thought, she looked up at the clock hanging nearby.
Bright sunlight streamed in from outside, falling across Lumian-na's face. She stood, drained the remaining liquor in her glass, and headed toward the first-class cabins under the bartender's barely concealed, eager gaze.
She had not forgotten the task her godfather had given her, and intended to invite the teammates she had just met to share a simple meal.
A generous spread lay before everyone at the table. Though it could hardly compare to a proper restaurant, it was already quite good by seafaring standards-the White Agate called at a port every day or two, allowing it to replenish its food supplies adequately.
At the table, Klein maintained Gehrman Sparrow's persona-outwardly courteous, inwardly cold and deranged-and ate in silence. Audrey and Sharron were equally reserved, one due to her fine aristocratic upbringing, the other out of adherence to the principle of tempering her desires.
In such an atmosphere, Lumian-na could