Like the rumors, this was the third Pirate Admiral flagship Klein had boarded. Of course, Angel, whose identity seemed to have been deliberately concealed behind the rumors, was in the same situation.
Compared to the unremarkable Black Death and the Golden Dream, which had cannons mounted atop a small vessel, the Future resembled a classical sailing ship from the Old Era. Yet its hull was extraordinarily long, without a matching number of masts or steering sails. Its deck was covered in mysterious symbols, as though the entire ship were one enormous Charm.
It reminded Angel of the Iceberg Admiral's Golden Cannon. Clearly, the Future also operated through some mysterious Ritual Magic rather than functioning as an ordinary ship.
Of course, compared with Queen Anne's Revenge, which could enter the Spirit World, this ship was at least still within the realm ordinary people could understand... She withdrew her scrutinizing gaze, looked at Cattleya standing at the bow, and gave a slight nod.
"Thank you for coming to pick us up, Admiral of Stars."
She did not call the other woman Hermit, as there were quite a few people present.
Besides the three Tarot Club members, many sailors stood on the deck. Their gazes converged on Angel, lingering over her uncovered face and the curves outlined by her fitted clothes. Even without deliberately releasing it, the Charm ability of an Affliction Demoness was enough to leave sailors who spent their days adrift at sea utterly dumbfounded.
Klein stepped forward and blocked most of their sightlines. He removed his top hat and gave a polite bow.
"Good evening, ma'am."
He could feel many gazes shifting from Angel to himself. Before long, the sailors recognized the famous Gehrman, and hushed exclamations and discussions reached his ears.
"Vice Admiral of Ailment..." "That night on the