Helene... That sounded like an Intisian name. Of course, it was hard to say; plenty of people in the Loen Kingdom followed the trend of giving themselves names with foreign pronunciations... Angel gave a slight nod in response.
"Call me Angelica."
Helene, sitting on the sofa, seemed confident in her own strength. She had already put away her dagger and even assumed a comfortable pose, her long legs looking especially alluring beneath her damp, clinging dress.
She looked even less like a stowaway... She was even wearing a dress unsuited for movement. Could she be a passenger from a shipwreck nearby?
Angel's curiosity grew stronger, and she asked:
"Miss Helene, why did you, um, come into my room like this? If you fell into the water because of a shipwreck and ended up aboard this ship, you could have asked the captain to arrange a room for you. I believe he would have been happy to help."
Rescuing people in distress was an unwritten custom among all legitimate vessels sailing Above the Five Seas. After all, no one knew whether they might be the next unfortunate soul.
"I'm not a passenger who fell overboard... Well, I can't exactly say I'm not. I escaped from a pirate ship," red-haired Helene said, her face first troubled, then furious. "Why are you asking so many questions? A Passenger Ship like this should have room service. I said it already, a double dinner. Don't force me to use violence."
She pressed threateningly against the sheath of the dagger at her waist, giving off a sense of danger that did not belong to an ordinary person.
No... It was more like a provocation. She couldn't be from the Hunter pathway, could she? I seem to have run into quite a few Hunters lately... Angel's lips