"Whooo—"
With a long blast of the whistle, the Maryvis left Rog... I mean, Darmir Harbor, and entered the paradise of adventurers and pirates.
Having already experienced a voyage at sea, Integra stood by the railing on the promenade deck, gazing into the distance as countless fragments of fate flashed before her eyes.
Unlike the Black Pearl, the Maryvis did not sail back and forth between Pritz Harbor and Bayram. Instead, it ran a triangular route between the Rosred Islands, Loen, and Balam... Ahem, all right, this was a passenger ship. It did not sell black slaves.
But that very route was why Integra had chosen this ship. Of course, another reason was that, among the many possible paths of fate, this ship had the potential to accommodate the greatest number of factions.
"Beautiful lady, may I buy you a drink?" Just as Integra was writing a script for the future to come, a somewhat frivolous voice sounded beside her ear. Surprised by that familiar voice, Integra turned her head and saw a handsome face. Somewhat helplessly, she said:
"Sir, before offering someone a drink, please introduce yourself first. After all, I'm not from Intis."
"Ah, my apologies. That was discourteous of me." The handsome young man smiled apologetically, then promptly introduced himself.
"My name is Russ. I have some business in Loen and consider myself a collector."
"Integra. Integra Belmont. I'm a Bounty Hunter." Integra extended her white-gloved hand and gave his a light shake.
At the words Bounty Hunter, Russ's eyes trembled slightly. Then, wearing the same social smile Integra found very familiar, he said, "A Bounty Hunter as young as Miss Integra is quite rare."
"Our Belmont Family has been Bounty Hunters for generations." Integra drained the last of the mixed fruit juice in her glass,