In the distance, a layer of mist rose from the sea.
However, there was already a vast amount of mist surrounding them, so the newly emerging fog didn't cause any ripples. Until a silhouette appeared within the mist, catching everyone's attention.
"It seems like someone has drifted over there, is it Lord Ferro?"
"Are you blind? Does that figure look like a man's? Clearly, it's a woman."
"In this sea area, how could there be a woman?"
"Who knows, but her right arm seems a bit odd..."
Cindy and the other apprentices exchanged glances, feigning surprise as they spoke.
Their voices reached Reynaud's ears.
"Drifted person, woman, right arm..." These words rushed into his ears like they triggered a crucial switch, pouring a refreshing stream into his muddled thoughts.
Is it Nausicaa? The question flashed in Reynaud's mind.
Instinctively, he looked up and gazed towards the mist not far away.
