"Mmm... So sweet, so soft, so delicious!"
The Little Elf dove right into the cake, her muffled voice full of satisfaction.
Rogel crossed his arms, looking at her helplessly.
After tinkering in the kitchen for half a day, he finally finished making her strawberry cake.
"Rogel."
At this moment, Lina's voice called from the deck.
Rogel walked out of the kitchen.
What came into view was the Gelin's bow, with a light gray mist nearly filling the sky and sea in between.
It seemed they had reached the boundary of the Sea of Confession.
The gray mist shrouding the Sea of Confession might be hiding something.
Perhaps new islands, perhaps treasures, perhaps magical creatures, or maybe... dangerous and terrifying creatures.
However, the purpose of this trip wasn't the Mist Area.
Thinking of this, Rogel moved to the railing, looking ahead, frowning slightly.
In his sight appeared two small mounds.
Or rather, should they be called... mini islands?
