This was troublesome... I'd just dealt with Tracy, and now her subordinate had brought Helene here. If they discovered what had happened and summoned all the Beyonders on the ship to surround me, I'd have no choice but to kill Tracy immediately and flee with Helene. And we might not even get away...
Angel's gaze swiftly swept over the small entrance hall before the captain's cabin and the carpet covered in bloodstains and water, finally settling on Tracy's sleeping face.
"Deceit" on her finger flashed with an almost imperceptible glimmer. Her face swiftly changed into Tracy's, her long straight red hair turned into black curls, and her figure altered as well. Then, she cleared her throat and spoke in the imposing yet instinctively seductive voice of "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy.
"Make her wait outside. Let the sea breeze cool her down."
"Yes, Captain."
The young woman outside replied.
That bought me a few minutes... Should I drag Tracy along and jump into the sea, or take advantage of the fact that the infiltration hasn't been exposed yet to deal with a few more Beyonders, like Third Mate Mesor King?
Angel's mind raced before she finally made her decision, choosing a clever approach.
She would pretend to be the "Vice Admiral of Ailment" and openly take Helene away!
Still dragging the unconscious Tracy, she carefully hid her behind the large desk. After confirming that Tracy would not wake anytime soon, Angel slipped into the lounge at the rear. She removed the dress soaked through by the salty, fishy seawater after swimming Five Sea Miles, then opened the wardrobe that occupied an entire wall. The dazzling array of clothes nearly overwhelmed her.
Long skirts, short skirts, fitted shirts and trousers, androgynous coats, masculine outerwear, trench coats... "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy's