By their side, the man with the cold, black patterns as usual was there. He turned his head and looked at Ronan, his face easing from coldness and even giving Ronan a friendly smile.
Ronan was somewhat caught off guard and astonished.
He didn't know what Molli'er had done on the ship over the past month. It was one thing for the group of young boys to be dazzled by her beauty, but even the seemingly decent green-haired young girl seemed to get along with her as if they were best friends. Consequently, their guardian's attitude towards him had also become much better.
"Bored to death..."
A few minutes later, Molli'er, who had left the third deck, yawned and walked up to Ronan, leaning on the wooden railing beside him, squinting lazily at the sunset clouds in the distance.
"On this ship, there's almost nothing left that can catch my interest..."
