Several months later.
The sky stretched high over the boundless sea, both a brilliant blue.
Upon the vast, surging blue ocean.
A great white oceangoing ship cut through the waves.
Churning spray cleaved the dark blue, turbid swells, while magic imbued the entire ship with the power of the wind.
The sea breeze swept gently across the deck, lifting Jiang Yang's dazzling golden hair.
Jiang Yang was dressed as a nobleman of the Midsummer Kingdom. With his lofty, divine nobility reined in, he had become a young aristocrat traveling far from home.
One hand rested on the ship's railing, while the other held down the hat he had just bought on shore. His deep eyes gazed out at the distant ocean.
Behind him, Filiya stood prettily in a blue dress, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes seemingly fixed on Jiang Yang.
"Blue skies, white clouds, an azure sea. What a scene of a flourishing age!"
Jiang Yang sighed leisurely.
"The world is so beautiful, and it's all thanks to your efforts, Brother."
Filiya hastened to say when she heard him.
In her heart, she had always believed this.
"Hahahaha, Little Stream, it wasn't my efforts, but the efforts of every living being in this world."
Jiang Yang laughed heartily at her words, in excellent spirits.
Just as the two enjoyed the rare peace of a holiday at sea.
A short male gnome jumped down from high above on the ship's mast.
He called out loudly.
"All passengers, please return to your cabins at once. An extremely powerful storm is about to sweep through these waters."
On deck, some passengers hurried back to their cabins under the attendants' guidance, while others remained where they stood, composed and unhurried.
About a third of the passengers did not return, remaining on