The ship's flying speed reduced greatly—it had been decreasing since they began flying over the Isle of the Crimson Shadows.
But it slowed even more as they got closer to the academy walls.
Northern stood on the cabin, watching as the sailors skillfully moved around. Some people were already folding the mast of the ship as it pulled closer to the wall of the academy.
'I remember this…'
It had happened almost in the same fashion the first time he was on this ship, when he was just looking at things dumbfoundedly.
But now it was different. With the knowledge of the tower inside him, Northern could easily make out the reason why certain things were being done.
For example, he couldn't help but attribute the strange and sudden reduction of speed above the isle to the fact that the sailors were well aware of something beneath that they must not disturb or approach carelessly.