Heather spent the next few seconds stringing the Flamefish scales through the seaweeds before using them to bind the broken pieces of the boat back together.
All that could be seen were the scales tightly pressed against the boat as if they were one with the wood, not allowing a single drop of water to leak through.
Magic.
At the sight, Neil strode over to take a quick look at the boat and could not help but raise a thumb in admiration. "You're amazing, Sister-In-Law."
Ambrose's expression was nothing but proud as well.
The woman he loved was not only beautiful but good with her hands. How could he not be happy?
"Oh, quit it."
Heather smiled lightly, taking the baby from Ambrose before chiding, "Come on, let's get going. We've already taken away quite a bit of time fixing the boat. I'm afraid the Dragon King Palace men might have already made a move."
Alright!
At the words, the two brothers nodded. They heaved the boat off the rocks and into the sea before getting in with Heathers and quickly paddling away in the direction of the Nine Continents.
…
On Dragon King Island, in the chambers.
Morticia paced about endlessly, her exquisite features laced with unspeakable worry and nerves.
Forsythe had been gone for quite some time and not returned. Could something have happened?
Swish swish…
Just then, a series of footsteps sound from outside the palace. This was followed by Antigonus walking in with his hands crossed behind his back.
Whew…
Morticia's chest thudded at the sight of him, but she put on an expression of nonchalance, and she strode forward to welcome him. "At your service, Honorable Archfiend."
As she spoke, Morticia's face was completely calm, a sharp contrast to her restless nerves.
Crap. Forsythe hadn't returned yet, and the Archfiend had come.
Antigonus seemed to be in a pretty good mood. He sat himself down in one of the chairs, smiling lightly. "That's alright. No one's around. There's no need for honorifics."
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