It was morning, and the sun blazed high.
The Spell Ship they were on was unsatisfactory in many ways. Its cabins couldn't isolate the influx of smells from outside.
Amidst the thick scent of sulfur, Alka awoke in his bed. He heard the ticking of the clock by his bedside and turned his head to look.
After confirming he hadn't overslept, he got up, washed up, and left the captain's cabin.
As soon as he stepped outside, he heard a beautiful singing voice. Julia was at the ship's bow, singing to the sea. She seemed to have opened up recently. It had been rare to see her sing before.
Beneath the ship, numerous sea fish were gathering, peeking up towards Julia.
Alka didn't disturb her and walked towards the lower deck cabins.
The doll at his waist suddenly moved, transforming into Lucilia and climbing onto Alka's shoulder. She even stretched lazily.
"Do souls sleep too?" Alka couldn't help but ask, watching Lucilia stretch.
