The fleet of flying ships cut across the sky, heading toward the mysterious coordinates Garion had pointed out.
Everyone was tense except Garion, who lounged on the front of the ship like he was sunbathing.
On the second ship, Aveline stood beside Raviel, arms crossed, her brows pulled tight.
"Raviel… Why did you agree to this place?" she asked quietly.
"What if he's right? What if there really is an island in that coordinate?"
Raviel rubbed his forehead as if the question already gave him a headache.
"If there's an island, we stay on it," he said simply.
Aveline blinked. "Just like that? No scouting?"
"We'll scout," he muttered. "But you know what I mean."
Aveline's lips pressed together. "But that place is near Demon Gate Island."
Raviel looked at her, tired but calm.
"Yes. It's near, not on. There's a big difference."
Aveline leaned closer. "Raviel, you know how dangerous that entire region is. The gate alone..."
Raviel raised a hand, stopping her.
"I know."
