Voyages at sea had always been boring and tedious. After the lessons of the past, the Scylla's voyage was so smooth it drove everyone mad.
Although everyone felt certain they would not act recklessly this time and that nothing should go wrong, no one suggested speeding up.
After all, aside from the ordinary pirates converted into Blood Servants, there were more than thirty people from four different factions aboard. No one could be sure there were no outside infiltrators among those thirty.
Forget infiltrators—even the infighting between different factions could lead to all sorts of unforeseeable situations. And factions were unavoidable in any kind of organization.
MI9 had the Royalist faction and the Aristocratic faction. The Storm Church had the Seafaring faction and the Land faction. Even the Machinery Church, with its short history, had strange branches left behind by Roselle, such as the Multi-Turret faction and the Giant Robot faction. As for the Sanguine, it was not only Nabeus, a Sequence Three, waiting for the inheritance of Sequence Two.
If the Scylla had not been well stocked with food and water, and if the Beyonders had not been able to catch fish from the sea whenever they wished, this little group would have long since begun fighting internally over whether to dock for supplies.
Even so, to ensure they could keep watch on one another, the Scylla's controls and directional compass had been moved onto the deck. Not only the deacons, but even the members idly playing cards could notice anything unusual at any time.
However, this also created some trouble. For example—
"Are you really a Seafarer? We've been circling the Sunia Sea for almost a month!"
The archaeologist named Jones had made two fighting Robots out of barrels, iron ingots, and other items aboard the ship. As