Lincoln turned around and looked toward the horizon. The spot he was looking at had an island, which contained a large number of corpses.

Lincoln rubbed his eyes. "The mission Gloria undertook ended up with zero survivors, and I'm the one who caused their deaths for not arriving sooner. Five years since then… Yet their bodies still lie on that island. I really wish to go there and bring them back to give them a proper burial."

"What?" Mya was stunned when she heard this and took a step back. "I feel very sorry for them too, sir, but do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be on that island? We don’t have the ability to do such a thing right now."

Lincoln looked at Mya. "When else would we have the ability to do so if not now, Ms. Mya? The moment I close my eyes, I see them, sunlight shining on their remains and blown by the sea breeze.

"Legate, I remember that you were Miss Gloria's beloved. You're the one who was supposed to be on that mission, but she took your place. Are you