Although Integra's words were so blunt that no one knew how to respond, everyone silently began making preparations. Storm Church and the mechanical faction were one thing, but the Sanguine and MI9 would never give up on the treasure that might exist here.
Under everyone's gaze, Integra rose gracefully and walked to the center of the hall, to the scales placed on the raised platform beside the Stone Tablet. She reached out and stroked the scale pan, which resembled a golden pillar, then looked at Storm Church's sole remaining Seafarer and asked:
"Based on the structure of a classic sailing ship, where do you think the treasure would be?"
Hearing the peculiar charm in Integra's voice, David immediately shuddered. Then, drawing on his professional expertise as a Seafarer, he lightly stroked his chin and said:
"Judging by the shape of this island, the point where we landed should be the ship's side. There are forested mountains in both the bow and stern directions. If we follow a sailing ship's layout, beneath those two mountains should be the gun deck and the cabins respectively, while the rudder should be inside the cliff on the stern side.
"Below that would be the crew quarters and the cargo hold. The treasure should be in those places. Of course, that's only the structure of an ordinary ship. If this island really is the Ghost Empire, then it's absurdly huge. There must be far more compartments and functional areas...
"As for the core, the core of a Ghost Ship is usually either at the rudder or in the captain's cabin. On a steamship, it might be in the boiler..."
"Then where is the entrance?" Integra raised her narrow brows. Although David could feel the burning gazes of the onlookers, he also understood that such basic