Willow, believing he had uncovered the truth of the matter, ordered his men to record his words.
"Sir, th-then... should we keep getting closer?"
"Hm?"
"It's too dangerous! That Mutated Mage is an evil figure who caused the deaths of tens of thousands! Now he's even opposing the Dawn Church. If he discovers us, we..."
"You're right! Turn back! Get away from here at once! We have to get this news back!"
Willow glanced at the distance between the two ships and frantically waved his arm, shouting, "Dammit, Cavella, did you hear me?! Turn the ship around immediately! Full retreat!!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Meanwhile, on the distant ship—once the *Kenzan Frollov*, now renamed the *Leonard*—just behind the figurehead of the Lord of Dawn...
The white-haired girl sat on Zero's shoulder, watching the three-masted ship turn and sail away. Her hollow eyes were utterly devoid of color as she whispered a few words: "Tina. Calamity."
