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Everything in this world is beautiful when it stays in its place.
When the sun brightly illuminates the world, the daytime sky is blue, and the darkness of the night gently embraces the weary earth, people can live their daily lives with a sense of stability.
Swish.
So the darkness that had been crawling like a snake down one side of Tempesta's hallway had clearly left its place.
Its essence was to break people's sense of security and kick them toward the unusual.
There were several bright magic lights on in the corridors of the flagship, but the darkness was not brightened at all.
Finally, darkness stopped in front of one cabin.
The darkness began to ripple and slowly, little by little, took the shape of a human being.
“… … .”
Her long hair was tied up tightly, her nose and mouth were covered with a hood, and her sharp eyes were filled with murderous intent.
She wore a tight-fitting suit of cloth armor, over which she wore a wide outer garment of stiff cloth, the sleeves of the outer garment and the bottoms of her trousers being bound with bandages, to cling closely to her body.
Saya Yen, Tarti's old friend and an assassin from the Eastern Continent, slowly grabbed the cabin doorknob.
The door was unlocked and opened without a sound.
A knight was lying asleep on the bed.
He was the chief of security for the prison ward.
As expected of a man from the Eastern Sea, he had a slightly exotic appearance, his hair was short and tied into a ponytail, and his body was like steel, having been trained over and over again.
He had grown a bit of a beard because he hadn't shaved for a few days, and his face was a bit sallow from living in the sea breeze, but considering all that, he was objectively handsome.
Saya Yan slowly opened her palm.
A needle the size of a needle was caught in her hand.
When assassinating a knight, you must never gather mana or show any signs of killing.
Even the slightest detection of mana would cause her to leap to her feet and launch a powerful attack, which would be a failure for an assassin like her, regardless of victory or defeat.
So, as always, Sayaya Yan thought her opponent was a log.
At that moment, even the hated Valencian was forgotten.
Instead, she thought of her old friend and lord, Tarti.
I thought of the man in the deer horn helmet with his impressive hearty laugh.
I thought of the pirate admiral groaning somewhere on this huge ship.
How many years has it been since his family fell into ruin and he followed him into piracy?
Maybe, I like it.
Saya Yen aimed her needle at the knight's heart.
He avoided the steely bones, looked for the places where the skin, like a ten-layer leather shield, was stretched as taut as possible, and probed precisely between the muscles, like bundles of wire.
It took effort to kill a superhuman without using mana.
Phew!
The needle, made of the finest silver and iron mixed with meteorites from another star, shook as if it would break.
Saya Yan gritted her teeth against the tingling resistance in her wrist and stuck the needle in.
That night, one of the Eastern Knights died.
* * *
Swish.
In the distance, the horizon met the sky, the sky was blue with a single cloud, and the sunlight reflected on the sea split dazzlingly with each wave.
I stood next to Cariosa, looking out at the sea, accompanied by Sir Tentia.
Looking at the wide open view, I felt my heart open.
“Hahahaha.”
As he burst into laughter without a reason, Sir Tentia muttered with a slightly dissatisfied tone.
“Your Majesty, aren’t you tired? You’ve been floating around on the water for days already.”
Sir Jules, standing next to Cariosa, smiled with a strange sense of triumph.
“You’re weak. Sir.”
Cariosa lightly patted Jules on the head, then raised both hands theatrically as if she had nothing to say.
“Sir Tentia. Naval battles aren’t all that different from land battles. They often end up being a battle of who can create a siege and hold out longer.”
Sir Tentia raised her eyebrows in confusion.
“Then isn’t that a disadvantage for us? They can farm, right?”
Cariosa shook her head.
“This is land that has just begun to be cultivated. It will take at least three years and at most five years to produce a proper harvest. Crops that are not adapted to the sea breeze will all die.”
"ah."
“I have issued a ban. I am not the only one who has come out with the Storm Fleet. There are four fleets in total surrounding the archipelago: the Black Dragon, the White Rin, the Storm, and the Steel.”
“You really put a lot of effort into it.”
Tentia looked impressed as a knight, and Cariosa smiled heartily, revealing her sharp teeth.
“Of course. I will definitely succeed. That is why I have called your precious Highness the Archduke here to sit down with you.”
She looked up at the Tempesta flag.
The Great White Shark flag of Asenorta was waving beautifully.
“My family has been fighting fishmen and pirates for hundreds of years. It’s over now. I’ll end it all in my generation. At least I’ll end the pirates.”
“What a wonderful ambition.”
“I heard from Severic. The North is almost finished clearing out, right?”
I nodded.
“Within a few years, all the demon realms will be closed and the demon spawning grounds will be burned.”
Cariosa made a bitter expression.
“It’s been a few years. I’ll have to work hard to catch up.”
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"effort?"
“When the war is over, I will kick out the mercenary captain. The Northern Grand Duke, who is afraid of being purged by His Majesty, may bring my sister or cousin to kidnap my man.”
“Severic is not that kind of person.”
“The Northern Grand Duke is probably that kind of person. Individual tendencies don’t have much influence on the family’s actions.”
As I was thinking about what to say in rebuttal, an adjutant appeared with a serious expression on his face.
He whispered something to Cariosa.
"majesty……."
It was so secretive that I couldn't even hear it.
I glanced at Kyung Tentia, and she shook her head as if she didn't hear me either.
“How dare you!”
Cariosa frowned deeply.
It felt like I was being held back by something I never imagined.
She clicked her tongue nervously a few times, bit her lower lip, and clenched her fists.
Wheeing!
Suddenly the wind blew, and dark clouds began to gather in the clear sky far away.
“Cariosa!”
I shouted urgently, and only then did she say, “Ah,” and gestured toward the clouds.
The dark clouds dispersed again.
“Hmm. You didn’t look very good. It was not a good attitude for a high lord. I’m sorry. Okay. Are you both feeling well?”
She was talking nonsense in a way that didn't suit her.
I nodded, and Sir Tentia shook her head as if something was bothering her.
“Actually… … I haven’t been feeling very well since the pirate expedition a few days ago. I thought it was because I was on the ship, but judging by Your Majesty’s reaction, it doesn’t seem to be the case.”
Cariosa gritted his teeth as if his pride was hurt.
“Valencianus. It looks like there’s an assassin on board this ship. He seems to have been caught up with the Eastern pirates.”
As soon as I heard that, the woman in black came to mind.
"ah"
Although Tarti's pirate ship was burned and sunk, the woman's death was not confirmed.
Since the Eastern warriors could run on water, it was only natural that she would have the same magical tool.
This was something I didn't expect either.
“I’m sorry, Cariosa. I think you came to retrieve that pirate I captured.”
I apologized with a sob, and Cariosa shook her head.
“It’s nothing to apologize for. I didn’t think anyone would have survived that fire. This is tiring.”
“Yes. If we start searching the hull right now-.”
“It’s meaningless.”
Cariosa shook her head.
“Valencianus. This ship is over 150 meters long. It has over a thousand sailors, five decks, and hundreds of cabins and storage areas. Brothers working on the same ship can sail for a year without ever meeting each other. If an assassin were to sneak in, they would be impossible to find.”
I felt like grabbing the back of his neck.
“I think it would be a good idea to take that pirate leader hostage and threaten him.”
“They’ve already hidden. Or they might be waiting for the moment when we open the prison doors to take the pirates hostage. It’s best to keep them shut.”
“Isn’t there a wizard who knows how to use the magic of rebirth?”
“Isn’t there an assassin with a single silver magic tool capable of killing a knight? I’m tired.”
I thought back to the presence I had felt when I ran into Lorelai a while ago.
If it felt that blurry to me, then searching was virtually impossible.
I stared at the flagship Tempesta.
Swaaaahh …
An unsinkable battleship made of giant water that neither waves nor enemies can destroy.
Somewhere in here there was an assassin targeting us.
“Peacock. You can’t live knowing you have parasites.”
“You can keep calling me by my name. Okay. Okay.”
And they came up with a radical solution.
“Let’s burn it.”
Cariosa looked as if she had been hit.
His jaw, full of teeth, opened wide and his pupils dilated.
It was such a rare sight, I tried to remember it well.
She stuttered.
“Valencian. You know that not everything that comes out of your mouth is true, right?”
Sir Jules also became thoughtful.
“Your Highness, this ship is priceless. The pure construction cost alone was 18,000 gold coins. The giant ship was made using the Asenortha domain, and the magic circuitry was personally carved by the family’s wizards. And yet it costs 18,000 coins.”
"hmm."
“In reality, this is a ship that only a noble like His Highness Cariosa could build. It is a vessel that has been repaired and passed down through generations. We cannot burn it down just to catch a single assassin.”
I answered with a giggle.
“He probably thinks the same thing.”
* * *
Among the Eastern Assassins, a technique called the Turtle Breath Great Technique has been passed down.
It was a technique to pretend to be dead by lowering both heart rate and body temperature and hiding mana.
Although there were quite a few aftereffects, it was absolutely necessary when you have to hide in a confined space for a long period of time.
Because I also had to control my breathing, I felt like I was in a daze while using the Guishikdae method.
In a corner of the darkest and deepest warehouse, Saya Yan thought in a half-asleep state.
'I hope the kids left on the island are holding up well.'
'There must be at least five ships that returned. There are also ships left. With that much power, even if they are pushed out of power, they won't starve.'
'I must protect my clan. I must rescue Tarti and return.'
It was an imprint engraved in the subconscious, and at the same time, it was the key to awakening from the Great Law of the Demons.
Thump, thump.
She felt her breathing and heartbeat slowly returning.
I was a little dazed today, but it wasn't a big deal.
'Today is the day to mix the poison in the central water tank on the third deck. There are now twelve poison pills… no, nine pills left. Does that mean the third floor has already been worked on?'
When I first woke up from the Guishikdae method, my five senses felt strange and I couldn't remember what had happened just before.
She recalled things she had done the day before or the day before, through the medicine in her bosom and the few letters written on the back of her hand.
'The third floor is over. If you didn't notice, you'll die slowly. Of course, I don't expect that. If you hold back for a moment at the most crucial moment, that'll be enough. Now that one knight has been killed, the search will begin slowly. That's a good thing. If you move to target me, the existing surveillance system will inevitably become distorted. Then, I'll head to the prison.'
Then a pungent smell came from somewhere.
The assassin's senses slowly returned, signaling the danger.
A thumping, thumping sound.
A pungent smell that stings the eyes and nose.
'There was a reason I was dumb!'
There's a fire on the ship.
Saya Yan gritted her teeth and leapt out of the warehouse.
The fact that I almost suffocated to death without knowing anything sent shivers down my spine.
'The prison side has its bulkhead down, so we should be safe from the fire and smoke for now. Let's assess the situation first.'
Whee!
She ran like a cat without making a sound.
Knock, knock!
The sound of burning grew louder and louder.
'There's no one. They've already decided to abandon ship. There's no way this huge warship could burn so easily. What did Emperor Valencian do?'
Even in the central area where the cabins were lined up, not a single person could be found.
The huge battleship was empty.
As we reached the fifth deck, the flames began to appear in earnest.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Red and yellow bared their teeth and tongues, threatening to divide the world into pieces.
“Ugh!”
Phew!
The intense heat made it difficult to breathe.
All the air was escaping upwards.
Sayaya Yan ran down the stairs, holding her breath.
I leapt through the hallways that had become a sea of fire, ran along the walls, and flipped over the ceiling planks to climb up to the deck above.
'Almost there.'
Finally, the stairs leading to the upper deck came into view.
The stairs were burning brightly, so she kicked the ground and jumped.
Percussion!
The assassin's spirit soared into the sky, and Saya Yen finally stood on the upper deck.
"ha."
A breath of fresh air rushed into my lungs.
Dark clouds were visible in the dark blue night sky.
Then an unforgettable voice was heard.
“You’re out now? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
It was a truly annoying tone, as if a lover was waiting for him.