A week later, in the waters of the Goa Kingdom.
A massive warship flying a banner emblazoned with a golden greatsword cleaved through the waves.
This was the luxurious large flagship Garen had taken over from the Krieg Pirates: the Dauntless Vanguard Saber.
The ship more than deserved its title of "Dauntless Warship." Floating upon the sea, it resembled a moving island, its sails filling the sky and its cannons standing like a forest. The sailors aboard alone numbered more than three hundred.
Dressed in a cool swimsuit, Nami lounged beneath a large parasol set up on the deck, sipping chilled fruit juice made by the ship's cooks and enjoying a rare moment of leisure.
When she heard that Garen was going to sign a cooperation agreement with Wallace's family, Nami, as chief financial officer, immediately seized the opportunity to cling to Garen and insist on accompanying him to the Goa Kingdom. In the end, she turned it into an impromptu publicly funded vacation.
Back at sea, Nami was clearly in much better spirits than when she had been serving as the financial officer.
She gently set her juice on the small table beside her, spread her fingers toward the damp sea breeze blowing into her face, and said excitedly:
"I'm finally free!"
"I really should be a navigator!"
Sitting beside Nami and enjoying the decadent life of the ruling class with her, Garen could not help but say:
"Weren't you the one fighting to become the financial officer?"
"It's only been a short while. You don't like money anymore?"
At the mention of "money," a dark, iron-blue gloom immediately appeared on Nami's rosy cheeks.
"Don't talk to me about money!"
Miss Nami, whose eyes had once sparkled with gold at the sight of Beli, now said righteously:
"The people