In the azure sea, a gigantic cruise ship slowly headed towards the Indian Ocean—this was Anna's Narwhal.
The enormous white vessel looked like a moving mountain drifting across the surface of the water.
Roy, dressed in pajamas, strolled leisurely along the deck, flashing a smile at the crew members he passed.
As the saying goes, no one punches a smiling face; the kindness Roy displayed drew polite responses from the other believers as well.
Now that the real spy had been found, Roy's own suspicion was naturally lifted, and he returned to the Futan Sect, once again as an official member.
Roy walked slowly, taking in every detail of the ship with a keen eye.
Compared to before, the believers now seemed much more easygoing, their faces tinged with a faintly satisfied smile.
Whenever someone nearby was in trouble and needed help, others would readily reach out a helping hand.
Every action was perfectly polite, with mutual respect between all.
