The light green patterns were detaching from Julia. The faint specks of light drifted towards the sky.
It wasn't the first time Simon had seen such a scene; he seemed unusually familiar with it. He immediately explained what this sight represented.
"What do we do now?" Lucilia urgently asked from the side.
As far as they knew, apostasy was a major incident.
Simon helplessly shook his head. "There's nothing to be done. She no longer believes in the doctrine of Life, and Life's gaze has moved away from her."
However, Simon appeared somewhat indifferent, unlike the eagerness of those around him.
Just apostasy. What was so strange about that?
She would become the first apostate on the ship.
Alka felt Julia gripping his hand tightly, still enduring the world's sorrow and pain.
Sigh... He could understand.
He turned his head to look at the anxious Lucilia beside him.
