"...Ade, if Miss Xiesta hears you say that about her, she'll definitely be so angry she'd kill you."
"Miss Xiesta isn't that scary, is she?"
But Fang Hong thought of the expressionless look on the other person's face and couldn't help but shiver.
Hilveld seemed to comfort him, softly patting his hand beneath the covers. Her gaze softened as she gently said, "Ade, we're finally going to have our own ship—from Elpaxin to now, thinking carefully, a year has nearly passed."
"...Time sure flies, doesn't it?"
Fang Hong paused and nodded, "Yes, the Seven Seas Traveler, the ship your father designed."
But the Noble Lady turned back and shook her head seriously, "It's your ship, Ade... it's just carrying my father's ship's name."
"...My father built this ship for my mother,... and you, you built this ship for me, didn't you?"
Fang Hong nodded.
