"Crow-person, don't be ungrateful, hurry up and get out here, Cezar is calling you, didn't you hear?" The little Shark popped its head out of the pocket, lifting its fin to point at the Crow's eyes.
In the next moment, the Crow suddenly lifted its head, its dark red pupils reflecting Cezar's face. After a while, the Crow turned into a cloud of Crow Feathers and scattered away.
In its place, the figure of Urushibara Osamu appeared among the scattered Crow Feathers. He sat on the port's railing, the sea breeze blowing over, tousling his slightly curled black hair.
After a while, he lifted his eyes, silently glancing at Cezar, and then at the little Shark in his pocket.
Then he opened his mouth and greeted, "Isn't this the Prince? Long time no see."
"Captain, the capital's gone, what Prince is left? Is he a wandering Prince?" Cezar tilted his head, smiling slightly.
"Was it the Black Cocoon that brought you to Iceland?" Urushibara Osamu thought for a moment, then asked.
