On the Narwhal, everyone's expression was grim. Gunner Lily had been taken by the Pope.
"Don't be discouraged! Everyone, get moving! Once we get the Exploration Ship in order, we'll go rescue Lily!" Charles declared resolutely.
Grace's expression, which had brightened for a moment, dimmed again. "But they're already gone... How are we supposed to find them? They're long gone..."
"Who says we can't find them? They left a mark on our ship, so of course, we can leave one on theirs!"
As Charles touched his empty eye socket, a spider twitched its legs in a dark corner of the lowest room on the Pope's airship.
When Charles saw the Pope standing there without attacking at full force, he had already begun to suspect his true motives. He'd taken a precaution against him, and it seemed he was right to do so.
When the crew heard Charles had information on the Pope's airship, they were immediately reinvigorated, rolling up their sleeves in preparation to rescue their comrade.
