"Ma'am, we've already entered the Northern Sea. Are you sure this ship is taking us to the Ghost Empire?" Feeling the unpleasant sensation beneath his feet, Russ, who had once drunk with Integra, finally made his way over to her hammock amid the pressing and expectant gazes.
Integra stretched hard, and her alluring, languid posture left Russ briefly dazed. As she turned over and sat up, the hammock beneath her immediately twisted and deformed into a soft, comfortable chair—if one ignored its physiologically repulsive appearance.
"Don't worry, I've already communicated with it. It'll take us to find that 'mother ship.' Besides, don't you have that compass? Why not try using it?"
Integra gently stroked the soft armrest, which had the color of a liver. Her tone remained lively yet elegant, making her appear all the more radiant and captivating aboard this bizarre ship that seemed strewn with corpses.
The intense sense of contrast gnawed at Russ's sanity. This woman looked so sweet, yet so deadly. Even exchanging a few words with her gave him the illusion that his nerves were melting.
In fact, several factions had privately begun to suspect that this lady was not the Spectator they had imagined, but a Demoness.
"That compass is being interfered with by this ship." Russ answered awkwardly. In truth, the Sanguine did know how to avoid such interference—for instance, by dismantling the ship outright and extracting the Beyonder Characteristics within, or by holding a ritual directly aboard it and bestowing the Vampire Baron's characteristic upon the ship.
The former required considering whether the Scylla could still approach the Ghost Empire after destroying the "key," while the latter depended on whether they could succeed in one attempt.
After all, this ship had clearly acknowledged Integra as its master. If they bestowed the characteristic