Todd stood at the bow of the ship, looking back at the land receding into the distance, enjoying the cool sea breeze on his face, a sense of comfort flowing through his chest.

As the ship sped up, the people on board became more and more relaxed. Some cheered loudly at the sea, some hugged each other and wept, and some knelt down and prayed silently to the sky.

Rachel walked up the steps to the deck at the bow of the ship and immediately spotted Todd admiring the sea view.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly caught sight of a dark figure standing next to Todd—Deirdre.

Walking up to Todd, Rachel coughed deliberately and then said in a more serious tone, "Lord Boyle, there are some things we need to talk about."

Todd turned around and looked at Rachel with a puzzled expression. Rachel tilted her head towards Deirdre, a gesture that made Todd suddenly realize what was going on.

"Oh, okay." Todd stepped off the bow and followed Rachel to a secluded corner, completely oblivious to Deirdre's distressed expression.

Seeing that no one was around, Rachel moved closer to Todd, making it look as if she was snuggling in his arms.

"Are you still planning to take this boatload of people to Froststone Camp?"

Todd nodded, then looked at Rachel, who was almost pressed against his chest, and frowned, saying, "Yes, but do we really need to be that close?"

Looking at Deirdre's resentful expression not far away, Rachel smiled and said, "You don't understand now, but you will thank me in the future."