In the spacious cabin, the candlelight flickered unsteadily in the sea breeze.
The dim candlelight intertwined with the moonlight filtering in, casting a hazy, faintly shimmering ribbon of light within the cabin.
"Well?"
Glancing at Pikachu Tress, who was standing on the table cowering with a look of bewilderment while gently rubbing her arms, Roland poured a glass of water and handed it to the silver-haired woman sitting in a wooden chair.
"Can we trust what this little one says?"
At his question, Teresa's slightly vacant gaze sharpened.
She accepted the glass, murmuring her thanks. She took a small sip of the cool water and nodded gently.
"There's no issue at all, Mr. Roland. It's just as this Miss Tress has said…"
As she spoke, the silver-haired woman offered a gentle smile to the Pikachu before her.
Tress's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she tried to return a friendly smile.
