Chapter 216: Hospitality on the Homeloss

The sea was serene, the breeze pleasant, the gentle waves slowly lapping, the sunlight not too intense. Had it not been for the knowledge of the great terror lurking beneath the deep sea, one could even describe this as a delightful scene.

It was as if, not long ago, the whole City-State being dragged into an apocalypse, ablaze with raging fires, was nothing but a horrific nightmare that never happened.

On the high platform at the stern of the Homeloss, the dark steering wheel was turning angles automatically, uncontrolled by any person, while not far away, the sails were also slowly adjusting their angles.

Nina sat on the deck at the edge of the high platform, her upper body leaning on the railing's edge with her legs hanging outside, gently swaying back and forth, while Duncan was sitting on a large barrel beside her.

"...It feels very strange. I know you're my Uncle Duncan, I know you're someone I can rely on and trust, but at the same time, another 'fact' is just so clear..."