The port of Maro Town is continuously busy with transport ships entering, bringing in food and weapons.
At the port, the portly Mayor Maro and his robust wife stand, gazing blankly at the coming and going of ships and soldiers.
In this land, they have been plagued by Sea Beasts and Pirates, yet they had never witnessed a real war.
Because of a tide, that warring nation on another continent had already turned their blades towards them.
Times are changing... Mayor Maro looks out to the sea, the developments of this tide have far exceeded his expectations.
And above the port, a medium-sized vessel burning with green flames slowly enters the port of Maro Town.
On board the Nether Sea Ghost Ship.
"Teacher..."
Fen had changed back into the Flower Witch's attire, holding the Flower Wand in both hands, anxiously gazing at the Ice Witch at the prow of the ship.
The Ice Witch sat in a chair at the bow, receiving a cup of tea from Water Elf No.7.
After taking a sip of tea, she said:
