Edward drained his milk in one gulp, then suddenly thought of something. Frowning, he looked at Dubois and said seriously:
"Dubois, there's something I must make absolutely clear to you!"
Dubois hurriedly stood up straight. "Please go ahead."
"I really, really, really don't like men!!!"
"???"
Oravi Island.
A hundred years ago, Oravi had only recently begun to be developed, and the Loen Kingdom merely used it as a place to exile criminals. Only after Emperor Roselle opened the sea route to the Southern Continent did its excellent geographical location turn it into a bustling, prosperous place.
However, the Church of Storms had established Saint Draco Cathedral early on, though it was much smaller than it would be in the future. Its bell tower, boldly painted red, blue, and yellow, could be seen from far away.
Edward had come here to return the Dice of Fate. Last night-three weeks ago-before drinking his potion, he had specifically made this die with an awakened consciousness roll a 5. Although he had successfully advanced to Sequence 3, it had caused a problem with his humanity.
He could not say whether this was the result of receiving good luck or the "punishment" Little Snake had mentioned for overdrawing his luck. Either way, Edward still thought it best to stay away from something so inexplicable and just get rid of the damn thing as soon as possible.
Since Little Snake had not said whom he should find in Oravi, the only place Edward could think of was where he had come to "demand" the die in the future-but that Fate Parliament Member had only hidden beneath the bridge near the lighthouse because he was injured. Surely he could not be staying there at this point in time too?
"Huh? Where are we, Mr. Sparrow?"