"But one day, we will be far apart," the Noble Lady playfully blinked her eyes and said lightly, "It's not about Lord Captain's choice, of course, as long as Miss Miya is willing."
Fang Hong shook his head vigorously.
He also clasped the other person's hand, as if from the connected palms, he could feel the mutual connection in their hearts, and said, "I've actually always been thinking about this."
"If Dragon Worshippers can come to our world," Fang Hong said very earnestly, so much so that he seemed a bit clumsy, stammering, "Hilveld, I will definitely find a way for you to come too."
"Really?"
"Really."
The girl's lips curled slightly, seeming to believe yet also not care.
"...Then, can you pull me up, Lord Captain?"
Fang Hong was startled for a moment, then quickly stood up and pulled his Miss Ship's Officer's hand, helping her sit up from the bed.
Hilveld looked at herself, then blushed and turned around, buttoning up one by one.
