Albert?
The name sounds familiar.
Ellie Miller thought about it; the Duke's brother seemed to be called by this name...
Wasn't he... already dead?
He seemingly raised his head inadvertently, glancing at the towering Floating Island, now split into two.
"Tsk, flies are everywhere," Albert said ambiguously.
Just as he finished speaking, the Old Archsage with disheveled hair teleported down immediately.
Seeing Ellie Miller's eyes turn red, he was about to say something but spotted Albert not far away.
A man with a height of over six feet.
His military uniform ribbons, incongruous against the casual beach setting.
Ellie Miller was thinking of using alchemy potions to solve the possibility of the Floating Island cracking.
Or perhaps she could ask an Arcane Master about repairing the Floating Island?
Hmm, that seemed like a reliable solution, so she blew the bird whistle, calling over Little Blue and quickly wrote a letter.
