After carefully putting away the commemorative iron blade, Rogel prepared to try forging one himself.
However, just as he turned to grab the materials, he noticed Lina standing at the doorway, looking at him with a pout.
"Uh... why are you up so early?"
Rogel scratched his head, bewildered.
"You can thank our excellent blacksmith aboard the Gelin for that."
Lina rolled her eyes at this, ruffling her slightly messy blue hair.
She had been sleeping soundly, only to be woken by the clanging sounds of forging.
Yet Lina didn't let this make her grouchy. Instead of disturbing Rogel as he crafted, she quietly observed from the door.
Rogel, upon hearing this, suddenly realized the situation and felt somewhat embarrassed.
"Sorry, sorry."
"How about you go back to sleep then?"
Rogel tentatively asked.
"Sleep now? It's already dark."
"I just checked the position; we're almost at Nadewilo. Are you planning to continue sailing or take a rest there?"
