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The cabin Cadel was assigned had a small circular window, a hard bed, and a shelf with cheap liquor.
No wonder it was not a luxury cruise ship. Danila had suggested a more comfortable way to travel, but the trade ship was the fastest way to the Principality of Mystic.
âThereâs no point in staying in the Kingdom. I donât know exactly when the Osma Empire storyline will take place, so I need to break Lydonâs seal as soon as possible.â
The knight order promotion quest was right in front of them. However, it was a story only seen in the story order, and the exact time of occurrence of the quest was not known. Frustrating, but bearable. These were the words of a skip-worm.
The choppy waters rattled the hull, and Cadel felt a little seasick. He opened the window for ventilation and a cool sea breeze rushed in. The view was blocked by stacked crates outside, but he didnât care.
âCadel, it smells fishy.â
But not Lydon, it seemed. He poked his head out of Cadelâs embrace. The guy that hadnât batted an eye at the pulsating demonic stench was reacting to the foul odor of the sea.
âI told you not to come out until I say so.â
âBut I smell a fishy odor. I donât think itâs coming from Cadelâs body.â
âOf course, this is the smell of the sea.â
ââ¦â¦Huh?â
Lydonâs face turned pale at the dry reply. His red, shocked eyes trembled slightly. Cadel blinked in bewilderment at his embarrassing agitation. It turned out Lydon was a fairy who could make an expression like this.
On the other hand, from Lydonâs point of view, this reaction was natural. Even though he was unable to change form with his [Wings of Illusion], he ended up secretly boarding the ship.
Lydon was more excited than anyone else in the mercenary corps when he heard of Cadelâs plans to travel across the âseaâ in a âshipâ to the âDesert of Bloodâ.
Wasnât it because he had never seen the sea?! He had only heard of it in the conversations of the elders and seen in pictures in books. An infinite body of salt water, teeming with life. Several times a day, he would ask Cadel when they were going to go to sea.
It would be dazzlingly beautiful. It would smell fresher than flowers and sweeter than candy.
He imagined it and anticipated it with giddy anticipation. He would bury himself in Cadelâs robes, waiting for the smell of the sea to wash over him.
âThis fishy, salty smellâ¦â¦ is the smell of the sea??â
âWell, yeah. Seawater is supposed to be salty.â
ââ¦â¦Itâs not funny, Cadel. Donât make fun of me.â
âWhy would I do that?â
When Cadel asked with sincerity, even the forced laughter disappeared from Lydonâs face. After escaping from Cadelâs arms with a weak flap of his wings, he soon returned to his humanoid form. Cadelâs criticized gaze about what to do if someone saw him was clearly ignored.
His shoulders slumped as he sat down on the hard bed. His sunken eyes and drooping mouth made him look pitiful.
âNonsense. The ocean is supposed to be the most beautiful place in the world, so shouldnât it be the most fragrant?â
It was not funny. It was offensive. Melancholy murmurs filled the cabin, threatening to eat away at all the happiness in the world. Fearing someone might happen to pass by and see a giant fairy in a state of melancholy, Cadel hastily closed the window and drew the curtains, then said in a panicked voice.
âNo, why are you so disappointed? You havenât even seen the sea. It smells just as beautiful as it looks. The waves in the sunlight look likeâ¦â¦. Well, uhâ¦â¦whatever, itâs beautiful! Youâll think differently when you see it in person.â
Cadel bemoaned his poor descriptive skills and tried to comfort Lydon. There was no telling what the disgruntled giant fairy might do if Cadel didnât placate him.
But Lydon remained stony-faced and glared at his toes despite Cadelâs best efforts.
âHow do I see the waves in the sunlight? I thought you said not to go around in the daytime. The sun only comes up in the daytime, right?â
âUhâ¦â¦? Well, yeah, but the ocean is just as pretty in the moonlight, and we can sneak out at night to see it without the sailors noticing.â
ââ¦â¦You said you would show me the world, Cadel.â
Was the world Cadel was talking about a dark, fishy place with demons spitting all over it?
The sour accusation stung for a moment. Cadel shuffled his feet, studying Lydonâs ever-darkening complexion.
âWhat was he expecting, to be so depressed over something that smells a little fishy? Did he imagine some kind of paradise?â
He didnât even make the sea, but he was sweating at Lydonâs deep disappointment. And at that moment, someone knocked on the cabin door. It was the worst timing. A feeling of bewilderment flashed through him as he whipped his head around.
âWhy nowâ¦â¦!â
Why did the guest come when the despairing giant fairy was sitting on the bed and not moving? Cadel held his breath trying to pretend he wasnât there, but the guest didnât care and kept knocking on the door.
Cadel, who was quickly turning sullen, grabbed Lydon.
âLydon, someoneâs out there. Letâs hide, okay?â
âWhy should I listen to a liar?â
âHey, Iâve never lied to you before? Please, I beg of you. Okay? Hurry up and get smaller!â
âDonât wanna.â
âDonât be stubborn! Weâre in the middle of the ocean, so I canât do anything about it!â
Cadel lowered his voice and scolded Lydon, but it was no use. Lydon had already connected his disappointment with the sea to his sense of betrayal from Cadel. Cadel could tell by the grim look on his face.
At the insistent knock on the door, Cadel looked up, his eyes narrowed as if he were enduring something. A long exhalation revealed a complex expression of anger and compromise.
ââ¦â¦Yes. Iâm the one who got hit by a truck and transmigrated.â
His eyelids lifted and his gaze landed on Lydonâs gaunt face. The look of displeasure was still there. After studying the face for a moment, Cadel reached out and grasped Lydonâs chin. His fingertips lifted the firm jaw, and Lydonâs brow creased.
Taking a deep breath, Cadel leaned down and locked eyes with Lydon. He could feel Lydonâs warm breath on his cheek from being so close.
ââ¦â¦What are you doing, Cadel?â
A dry, unsmiling voice cut through the air. Swallowing hard, Cadel shook his head slightly. He didnât have the courage to make eye contact with Lydon. His lowered lashes fluttered pitifully.
Lydonâs smooth lips filled his pupils, which were shaking like an earthquake.
âFor a female-orientedâ¦â¦ For a female-oriented game, once you have skinshipâ¦â¦ most of the problems are solvedâ¦â¦.â
So even the twisted feeling of Lydon would be easily undone with a kiss. His lips had been bitten off and forced to receive a treat anyway. It was like rubbing their lips together a little bit. No problem. If that was all it took to hide the existence of a giant fairy from outside guests, he would doâ
âAaargh! I canât! I canât do it!â
It wasnât good! Embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, Cadel couldnât fight the feeling. To take the initiative and kiss him? To bend his head and aim for Lydonâs lips and capture them with precision?
âIf you donât get smaller soon, Iâll never buy you dessert again, and Iâll eat all the cookies you brought!â
âHuh! Thatâs the worst, Cadel!â
âShut up! Change! Change now!â
Red-faced and screaming, Cadel tapped Lydon on the head. The giant winced at the unnecessary beating, but eventually spat out a laugh and reverted to his tiny fairy form.
âF*ckâ¦â¦.â
He felt his eyes fill with tears of frustration. Quickly snatching up the smaller Lydon, Cadel flung open the door, and what he saw before him was.
âAh, Commander. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you some food. Were you sleeping?â
It was Van, two plates propped up in one hand and a bright smile on his face. Cadelâs face crumpled at the sight of the familiar face.
âWas it you?â