The Sirens' Counterattack

Two Magic Airships sailed across the boundless Boundless Sea. Wind and waves battered the vessels, but the two Three-Masted Sailboats swayed only slightly. Only when their bows crashed into towering waves more than ten meters high did the hulls suddenly pitch upward, making the cabins shake violently.

Roy was not standing in the captain's room. Instead, he stood on the deck at the stern, looking at the Propulsion Device hanging there...

This Magic Airship still relied on the sails atop its three masts for power while traveling at sea.

Miss Tiffany wore a Sharkscale Dress and lightly lifted her skirt with one hand as she hurried over from the foredeck. She was barefoot, her smooth skin so white it was almost dazzling. Her seaweed-colored curls hung loose behind her, fluttering in the sea breeze.

"Jiezena sent word from below. The Faceless Warriors' temporary camp is in a trench ten nautical miles away. We can start preparing in advance."

Roy immediately ordered, "Captain Rodehart, lower the sails and slow the ship."

"Yes, Boss."

On the second level of the Ship Building, Captain Rodehart gripped the railing with both hands and leaned out to answer.

Then he shouted out his orders. More than twenty Half-Elf sailors immediately rushed onto the deck, untied the ropes, and quickly lowered the sails.

The two Magic Airships soon slowed down and finally drifted on the sea surface.

Flint led fifty Priests out of the cabin. Roy unexpectedly spotted Ailis among them at a glance. She had clearly managed to blend in with the Priests and was chatting freely with them. It seemed that the Priests treated Ailis quite well; they appeared to be discussing divine magic as they walked.

The sailors lowered one of the ship's lifeboats into the sea with a davit. Once the wooden