Fernar's heart was also conflicted.
Since childhood, he had wanted to go to sea, eager to see the true face of the world.
But later, he saw his uncle receive an Extraordinary Magic Potion, it seemed the neighbor's uncle also became an Extraordinary, saw fewer beggars, the noble offspring exploiting others disappeared, saw countless young believers in the church begin to spontaneously clean up the Extraordinary monsters that the Kizi Church had never bothered with...
And… the childhood friend who had become ordinary.
My hometown, it's getting better...
Fernar made up his mind to at least repay the Secret Society for recognizing his potential.
Maybe, wait until Black Tide Secret Society no longer needs him, then go to sea, also good…
Fernar looked down at the Black Tide Mark in his hand, silently speaking in his heart.
Pop!
Just as he was lost in thought, a hand suddenly slapped his shoulder, startling him.
"Fernar!"
"You, thinking about Nita again, aren't you?"
