It was morning. Alka, holding the Magic Mirror, glanced at the world map on the ship.
"I've never seen it. I've actually never seen it at all?" Lucilia's voice was filled with disbelief.
If she's not even familiar with the sea charts, then this could be a big problem.
There were only two possibilities. The first was that the era Lucilia lived in was so ancient, it was beyond Alka's imagination. After all, even the terrain was now completely unrecognizable, leaving her with no sense of familiarity; it was evidently not a recent age. Geological changes of such magnitude, rendering the land completely unrecognizable, certainly couldn't have occurred in a short period. The second possibility was that the place Lucilia had lived wasn't here at all, but somewhere else—some other unknown region. After all, this world wasn't conceptualized as a planet, as it genuinely possessed boundaries that were incredibly difficult for humans to cross.
