The answer was very honest, and quite direct.
Still, the two of them did not lapse into a long, awkward silence.
"Do you like the climate here?"
"Yes. I remember you saying the weather here stays like this all year round."
"That's right."
"It must be very comfortable living here. I could come here to retire when I'm older."
"Come back here to retire. You belong here to begin with."
"Then I can use this opportunity to make an effort. Hopefully, I'll find a sense of belonging here."
"The Elder Council wants to see you. They'll send representatives, of course."
"When?"
"A specific time hasn't been set yet."
"Mm. The island must be very busy lately."
"That's not actually the reason. My uncle is coming back soon. He isn't returning for the negotiations between the two churches. He's coming back specifically to see you."
"Your uncle?"
"Taufman, the commander of our Dark Moon Island navy. He's stationed in the Outer Sea year-round."
"He's coming back specifically to see me?"
"Yes."
"It's my honor."
Ophelia turned to face Kallen.
There was a faint fragrance about her, not imparted by perfume, but natural and fresh.
For some reason, Kallen recalled the first time he had seen her, wearing that enormous suit of armor and holding the Sword of Arius.
"What are you smiling about?"
"I was remembering the first time I saw you."
"Was it funny?"
"Yes."
"But this meeting hasn't been as memorable as our first one at the York Port docks. I feel like it's been a little uneventful."
"That's normal. If something unexpected happened every time, it would be far too contrived."
Ophelia nodded, looked at Kallen, and said,
"You've lost weight."
"You've gained weight."
"Hehehe..."
Ophelia laughed.
"Take a walk with me."
Kallen looked around. Although their accommodations