"Mr. Fisher, you seem a bit anxious, and it also seems you haven't told me the reason for coming to the Holy Land... ah, if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay, I will understand."
Fisher, leaning against the window, heard the words of the Whale-man species known as "Hooked kiss" beside him and inevitably sighed.
They had been here for three days, Fisher judged by the light and dark outside the planet. During these three days, not a single angel came to manage them, no one brought them food, and no one came over, as if they had been completely forgotten.
Fisher kept pondering the events afterward. He was now almost entirely ignorant of the times in this place's past, having no idea how far back he had traveled in time.
Holy Land, World Tree, East Continent... these terms, so unfamiliar to him, now spanned time and space before his eyes, forcing him to digest them in this confined space for a long time.
