Inside the small air vessel were just two plush leather seats. There was no driving mechanism or anything like that, which made Kage suspect the airship itself was controlled by external towers between Pearl Harbor and the Mistral Archipelago.
It was just a suspicion—because how was it flying otherwise?
"Hey!!"
The man suddenly let out a sharp shout.
Kage slowly turned his head toward Renzo, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.
The man extended his hand.
"Bring me that apple on the shelf beside you."
Kage hesitantly looked beside him, and indeed there was a half-eaten apple sitting on the metallic outcrop of the vessel's interior.
He picked it up like he was holding a woman's handbag and passed it over.
Renzo immediately dug in and chewed a bite. After finishing, he gave Kage an incredulous look.
"Why are you sitting?"
Kage was... confused.
"I don't remember you telling me not to?"
"Neither do I remember telling you to."
