“It’s a human!” Komoen yelled.
“A woman in red,” Mara said. He saw more details compared to Komoen.
“An umbrella?” That was the only thing Lady Merlin could say after hesitating for a while, but it already showed that her observation was even better. The woman was falling like a feather because of a beautifully crafted umbrella.
The last one to comment was Florent. He had been wearing a serious look, and his gray hair and beard flowed upwards despite gravity. A stern look appeared on his once kind expression. When looking carefully enough, one could also find a bit of terror in it…
“It’s Flora,” said Florent. His voice had trembled when he spoke.
“Flora? Which Flora?” Komoen clearly did not understand.
Lady Merlin seemed to realize something. Her pupils shrunk and she pointed towards the red dot with a shaking finger, “You mean, Flora the Blood Witch?”
Florent nodded slowly and grimly.
Everyone fell into silence.
The three kids did not make any sound either since the lords and ladies were acting like this. Angor noticed that all the apprentice wizards seemed shocked, so whoever was coming was surely someone special.
Angor already witnessed the cruelty of the wizarding world. He feared that the visitor might suddenly attack them out of the blue, so he slowly dragged Alan and Aleen away. In the end, the kids leaned against the door leading into the lookout room.
Mara recovered from his initial shock. He quickly glanced at the kids, pushed the door open, and urged the children into the lookout room.
“Hide. Do not make a sound. Flora is a formal wizard, and a black one. Those people usually do not care the life and death of common people, but she won’t harm you as long as you stay out of her sight,” Mara warned the kids with seriousness and painful expression. He then closed the door.
Mara joined Florent in a shaken mood. He was telling the truth—formal wizards would never kill common ones for no reason, not because they were kind, but because their lifestyle was too far away from common folks. Would someone chase after an ant on the street? No. Even apprentice wizards were just like ordinary people in the eyes of formal wizards, but they had to stay here. They were the only strength on this ship. Someone had to “welcome” this formal wizard.
More importantly, that was Flora! A wizard who was famous for her bloodlust in the entire southern region.
Mara felt his legs shaking.
…
“Lady Flora was on top of the Cloud Whale, which means the creature could have been that man’s mount…” Lady Merlin addressed the formal wizard in a respectful way, even if she knew that Flora was actually younger than herself. A lot younger.
They used Eagle Eye spell to check the Cloud Whale again. As expected, they saw something else. A group of demon falcons was circling around the whale’s back.
Demon falcons were originally predator eagles from arctic areas. They became demon falcons once made into scout avatars by wizards.
Demon falcons could not survive on the sea because they must find replenishment on the ground every day, and of course, they could not do that here. So someone must have been feeding them and considering their position, that feeding place should be on the back of the whale.
A demon falcon was that man’s favorite familiar. Realizing that, indescribable fear climbed onto everyone’s face.
“If that man is hostile against The Redbud, I’m afraid that even Lord Sabot won’t stand a chance,” said Komoen. He had completely given up his idea towards the Cloud Whale. He did not even dare to think about it anymore.