The deck of the Imperial Merchant was covered in blood...
Dozens of empire crew lay sprawled in pools of blood.
Magic Arrows protruded from the bodies of these empire crew, and some of them were still groaning amid the mess.
Dozens of empire crew had died beneath the arrows of the Half-Elves. The surviving empire crew raised the sails and desperately adjusted their course, steering the nearly hundred-meter-long merchant ship out of Castleton Harbour.
The warriors from the Mercenary Group had originally wanted to put up some more resistance, but the Imperial Merchants had no fighting spirit whatsoever.
They knew that once Roy appeared at Castleton Harbour, the lies they had carefully fabricated over recent days would be exposed in an instant...
And once those lies were exposed, what the Half-Elves would do after learning the truth was no longer something they could control.
Still reeling in terror, the Imperial Merchants ordered the crew, "Leave the harbour at once! Head north at full speed!"
The Imperial Merchants knew perfectly well what kind of business they had been conducting on the Elf Continent.
That was why the ship carried abundant supplies, while crew members stood watch around the clock at critical posts such as the helm controls, so that should anything unexpected happen, the merchant ship could sail out to sea immediately.
Yet even with such preparations, the Imperial Merchants did not believe they could escape the elves' pursuit...
The Imperial Merchant accelerated out of the harbour. Before it had even fully adjusted its heading, the crew had already hauled every sail taut.
Several Imperial Merchants gathered together on deck. Some kept peering at the Magic Airship behind them, and when they saw the Half-Elf crew on its deck rapidly working the sails as well, they muttered in desperate panic:
"How