In the azure sea, a gigantic cruise ship slowly headed toward the Indian Ocean—this was Anna's Narwhal.
The enormous white vessel was like a moving mountain on the sea.
Roy, dressed in pajamas, strolled leisurely along the deck, smiling at the crew members he passed.
As the saying goes, "you don't hit a smiling face." Faced with the goodwill Roy showed, the other believers politely returned the gesture.
Now that the traitor had been found, the suspicion on Roy was naturally lifted, and he rejoined the Futan Sect as an official believer.
Roy walked slowly, taking in every detail of the ship.
Compared to before, the believers now seemed much more easygoing, their faces tinged with faint, satisfied smiles.
Whenever someone was in trouble and needed help, others on the ship would readily offer their assistance.
Everyone acted with perfect politeness and mutual respect.
It was as if the ideal utopia was about to manifest on this very ship.
