And at the "Bastion," Jason?
The sizzling of charcoal and beef, brimming with joy, made him incapable of stopping.
As for the bell tolls?
There's nothing as satisfying as barbeque.
Sometimes, even if you don't want to pay attention, you're destined to attract notice.
A sound akin to the faint buzz of electric current when a microphone is connected emerged under the night sky.
"Hello, hello, Jason, can you hear me?"
Jennifer's voice spread throughout Cherry City; Jason, with a piece of beef in his mouth, blankly lifted his head, looking towards the direction of the sound.
"Hmm, I can hear you, that's great!"
Seeing Jason lift his head, Jennifer appeared satisfied, nodding before she continued, "The farewell before was too rushed; I plan to say goodbye to you formally."
"I'm going back to my 'hometown.'
"Don't forget the promise you made to me."
"My son and I will be waiting for you in our 'hometown'!"
As her voice faded, Jason, chewing on the beef, froze in place.
And the people who heard this conversation were boiling over.
Jason, the "Ship Slayer," had his name known by all the "Mystical Side" people following that night, and the "Witch" was a figure all "Mystical Side" people feared.
Now the two of them had come together?
When had it happened?
As disbelief took hold, curiosity naturally rose among everyone.
They looked at each other, inquiring among themselves.
And a few who had attended the gatherings outside the town, "Mystical Side" people, had faces filled with mystery or a look of sudden realization.
Such expressions naturally drew attention from those around them.
Especially when they saw the veteran instructor's calm demeanor, many people immediately asked.
"Instructor Koda, do you know something?"
"I only know that Jason is the most talented warrior, and Miss Jennifer, equally gifted. Perhaps what seems impossible to us is only natural to them."
After lamenting, the old instructor turned and left.
If such a thing had happened to someone else, the old instructor would have been amazed.
It really couldn't be more normal.
The instructor, who had been repeatedly surprised by Jason breaking through the limits of his guesses, had grown accustomed to it.
And his words left the surrounding people deep in thought.
Mortals cannot understand deities.
Ordinary people naturally cannot grasp madness.
Who knows what she might think?
With that thought, people felt a sense of relief.
Then, another question arose.
Could a person who attracts madness be normal?
The moment this question appeared, everyone's expression turned unnatural.
A mad and erratic "Witch" was enough.
Now there was a similar "Ship Slayer"?
Was this a "natural disaster" coming?
Fortunately, the "Witch" was leaving.
People rejoiced and the direction from which the bells tolled seemed to contain a trace more laughter.
And under the gaze of everyone, the Witch's house, the entire apartment building, began to emanate a faint glow, one Dufol Language symbol after another appearing on the surface.
One ring after another.
One following another.
After a dozen seconds, the Witch's house, the apartment building, soared up into the sky.
It floated in the night sky.
It floated in front of the moon.
The moonlight from between heaven and earth at that moment was drawn in.
Layers of bright moonlight, like armor, enveloped the Witch's house.
When the moonlight reached its zenith, the Witch's house gradually vanished, leaving only Jennifer's faint echo—
"Jason, the moon looks so beautiful tonight!"