The kraken’s willpower (or whatever) allowed us to safely escape the wrath of the spirit. We wafted on, enticed by the singing carried on the wind—by which I mean, we were rushing headlong for the sound at breakneck speed. In fact, we were going so fast that we were all clinging on to the rails and mast of the deck to not be blown away. We could hardly move a muscle.
“Uh, Emilia?!” I shouted. “I feel like Krakky is showing off a bit too much willpower!”
“Well, this is our first encounter with the power of the spirit,” Emilia explained. “We suspect she’s panicking and running away as fast as she can. That spineless idiot!”
“What happened to ‘striking fear’?!”
“Um, well, she may be panicking, but we’re headed straight for our destination,” Safina said, trying to offer some praise and break up our argument. “The kraken is still very impressive, right?” She did her best to support the kraken in any way that she could.
Safina’s such a good kid. I, on the other hand...
The prince and Magiluka were nearby, gripping onto the ropes of the mast.
“Hmm, this is bad,” the prince said with a frown.
“I-Is it, Your Highness?” I asked.
“The waves have gotten a lot larger, in stark contrast to the calm back there.”
“Right, which is why we’re clinging onto things so that we won’t get thrown off the rocking ship.”
“Sure, that’s fine for us, but...”
Is he worried the ship won’t make it? I gasped as I really considered the consequences of the ship slicing through the waters at this alarming rate. But this was built for the princess of Relirex. I think it’s coated with some sort of magic, so it should be pretty sturdy. I gulped, waiting for the prince’s assessment with bated breath.
“Sacher gets seasick really easily...” he at last mentioned.
That’s what you mean?! I almost pointed out that his worries should lie elsewhere, but I managed to hold myself back. His Highness sometimes makes some airheaded comments, so if I let my guard down, I might run my stupid mouth and say something rude to him. Whew, that was close. Sacher, who usually would be the most excited in these situations, was resting in a room because he was seasick. As a bonus, he drank a medicinal tea that Rachel had brewed for him, and she was nursing him back to health.
“Ack! A romantic novel that I read told me that these patterns usually helped relationships progress forward!” Sita shouted.
“What?!” Emilia shrieked. “Then now isn’t the time to be clinging onto things! We must head there at once!”
It seemed these two really loved to involve themselves in other people’s relationships, and they had been trying to push Rachel in their preferred direction. In fact, they were responsible for forcing her to look after Sacher.
I wondered if Noa, who was clinging to my waist, was interested too—she kept stealing glances at them. Aw, what a precocious kid. She’s a girl at that age, so maybe she’s interested in romance... Uh, I sound like a granny here, don’t I?
“Leave this place to me,” the queen said. “Little Emilia, you go off and check up on them. Let me know if anything happens, okay? ♪”
“Your Majesty?!” I shouted, snapping out of my thoughts and turning to Queen Belletochka. The shock of the queen joining in had made my voice jump an octave, embarrassingly enough. Like mother, like daughter.
“Look ahead, everyone!” Magiluka shouted. “There’s someone atop that little rock over there!”
Magiluka would run wild and pour all her passion into research, but she was surprisingly calm when it came to romance. Our focus was recaptured looking toward where she was pointing.