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The Gods' War Ruins.
Draped in starlight, the Future sailed slowly along a safe route. Admiral of Stars Cattleya sat in the captain's cabin, gradually approaching the Sun God Bird's location according to the clues the World had provided.
"This is an unfamiliar stretch of sea... The World knows more than I do, and I'm a pirate who lives at sea..."
Is this the benefit of becoming a god's believer? He can even communicate with an angel and obtain a drop of an angel's blood... Cattleya silently studied the routes, pushed up her glasses, and looked at the sea through the window directly ahead.
Knock, knock, knock!
Someone knocked on the wooden door, and a crew member called loudly from outside:
"Captain!"
"This is the third daytime today!!"
"It's too hot! Can we wear just shorts?"
It seemed they were getting closer and closer to the target island. Cattleya turned her head and raised her voice. "Yes. Everyone, get ready!"
A carriage clattered along a dirt road on the outskirts of a city in West Balam.
Its wheels and the horse's hooves kicked up clouds of dust. The marionette Enzo drove while Klein sat beside him, leafing through a newspaper.
Ms. D rested inside the carriage, watching the luggage.
In the Southern Continent as it was now, being from the Northern Continent still earned one preferential treatment in the large central and east-central cities that had not yet been reclaimed. There would only be some danger when entering the Balam Empire's territory.
Information traveled far too slowly in this world. By the time news from the Northern Continent reached the Rorsted Archipelago, nearly a month had passed. Meanwhile, negative news and information about changes in the Northern Continent's situation were difficult to find in the Southern Continent, lest