Once he arrived on the open deck, Alka quickly returned to his cabin.
"Why do you have to cling to me?" As soon as he entered the room and closed the door, Alka immediately asked.
Lucilia turned into a faint mist and sat back at the bedside. Upon hearing Alka's question, she pointed to her legs.
Alka looked. A pair of delicate, porcelain-like white legs extended from under her dress and hung at the bedside. Jade-like toes, adorned with green nail polish, added an extra touch of beauty.
"Very beautiful, no... I mean, what's the connection between this and you clinging to my back?"
"My legs have a congenital condition, so I can't walk. Obviously, I have to cling to your back."
Upon hearing this, Alka noticed that Lucilia seemed to always be sitting. Either by the bedside or on a table, he had never seen her stand.
However, Alka opened his mouth. "But... you're just a soul now?"
