「The next day, at the Twelve Stars.」
Yize arrived at Wright's hospital room carrying a rather sumptuous breakfast. She greeted him and checked on her teacher's injuries. Wright's wounds were no longer serious, but Yize still felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if a young girl's naive heart had been shattered into pieces and scattered to the winds.
That figure lingered in her mind, impossible to dismiss.
She rested her chin on her hand, an unspeakable sadness clouding her features.
"Yize, would you read me today's morning report?"
"Of course, Teacher."
Yize picked up the maritime intelligence manuscript, an internal document from the Twelve Stars exclusively for high-ranking officials, and began to read. This wasn't the kind of newspaper available to the general public; only individuals of the same rank as the captain of the Fontainebleau were qualified to subscribe.
