A few days later, the Old Continent, North Sea region.
A brilliant golden light cleaved through the waves, sprinting across the sea's surface. One moment it was at the southern horizon, the next it had vanished at the northern sky-sea boundary.
Even more magical, on this magnificent golden warship, no crew member was visible. Only the helm, seemingly controlled by an invisible hand, rotated automatically, and the sails adjusted their height.
It seemed to have achieved the highest level of autopilot, even if a whale suddenly appeared ten meters ahead, it would never rear-end it.
Clearly, this was the [Golden Deer] which had become the target of Byron's [Dragon Taming Technique].
For it, "as if directing with arm and fingers" was no longer just a metaphor, but truly an extension of Byron's limbs.
