"Oh my God, are these Norton's Alchemy Weapons?" In the ship's dining room, everyone stood sweating in front of two large fans, marveling at the spoils on the table.
"Good stuff. Very good stuff!" Manstein's eyes gleamed as he looked at the Seven Deadly Sins Lu Mingfei had brought up, gently stroking the bronze case as though caressing a lover.
"Tsk, even these mass-produced pieces are extraordinary!" Selma picked up a bronze sword from the dining table and examined it, asking Lu Mingfei, "Boss, why were there so many bronze swords down there? Were they equipment for Norton's old army?"
"He forged them on the spot and used Sword Control to attack me with them," Lu Mingfei answered.
"Oh? Like Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon attack?" Selma speculated. "Or Shirou Emiya's Unlimited Blade Works?"
"I told you, it was alchemy plus Sword Control. It had nothing to do with Fate!"
"Hehehe, ginger soup's here! Ginger soup's here! Haha." First Mate Grayson carried over a tray holding four bowls of ginger soup.
The four who had gone underwater looked at Grayson in puzzlement. They were just about to return to their cabins to change out of their diving suits and had no idea what he was playing at, making ginger soup. No one here was on their period, either.
"Hey, the ginger soup's here. Why aren't you drinking it?" Grayson asked.
"Why should we drink ginger soup? Is there some particular reason?" Caesar asked.
"Selma asked me to prepare it," Grayson said. "She said it was to ward off the cold."
"Ward off the cold?" Caesar didn't understand. Everyone was sweating from the heat. Why did they need to ward off the cold? Was this some peculiar theory of traditional Chinese medicine?
"I was learning from last time. Everyone was freezing after