The journey this time is quite different from the one to Gaulunaro. Back then, Lorenzo traveled on a cruise ship designed for leisure, teeming with entertainment facilities, smoked meats, and fine wine. But now, the Morning Glow Advance has none of those. Its warehouses are filled with steel and gunpowder, and worse still, those slumbering Armors.
Unlike the previous relaxation and joy, an unnamed oppression covers every corner of the ship. Most people aren't clear about the purpose of this voyage, but perhaps due to the storm, their spirits have all sunk.
Moving along the swaying corridor, Lorenzo carried food and beer taken from the galley. His conversation with Bola successfully made Lorenzo miss mealtime, but luckily, the cooks had kept plenty for them.
"What are you doing here?"
Lorenzo halted his steps; he saw a familiar girl standing on one side of the corridor, looking at the sea outside the porthole.
