Inside the captain's quarters on the battleship.
This place also functioned as an office and bedroom suite. Liszt had official matters to attend to, requiring daily reports from key personnel in the fleet, as well as reviewing the logbook and checking the navigation status.
The tasks were not many.
According to the most recent report, they would arrive at Kersuna Island tomorrow morning.
For some unknown reason, Liszt felt a restless despair brewing within him. The more respectful those people were during their reports, the more it seemed like his soul was being gradually drawn out.
It was slowly isolating him from the human world, making him feel like he was no longer alive but slowly turning into a symbol, a person nearing death.
"Perhaps... I'm not cut out to be the Boss."
