Chapter 43: Because They Are Not Marines!

On the Divine Servant.

Nuogiqao stared, dumbfounded, as Anna and Xialuliya held the orange tree, its trunk gripped by two ship ropes that dragged it to the rear deck.

Then, still dumbfounded, she watched as several ship ropes on the rear deck used tools to fashion a small garden patch and planted the orange tree into soil freshly dug from a nameless island.

And that soil had likewise been dug up by the ship ropes on the island...

All of this made her feel as though she were dreaming, as if she had arrived in a land of magic.

"This is the Young Master's ability."

"Come on, it's time for you to wash up."

Anna and Xialuliya pulled Nuogiqao toward the ship's washroom.

"Wash up?"

Nuogiqao asked, puzzled.

It isn't even evening yet; why wash up now?