Tides and Teeth

Even with the carriage for rehabilitated death row inmates traveling fast enough, reaching the coastal region would still take a full day and night.

Principal Deslin had already taken off her high heels and was lying on her side on the bed. As long as there was no third party present, she had no need to restrain herself. Only when she was alone or with William could she completely relax.

"William, you do understand the risks of this journey, right?"

William sat on the edge of the bed opposite her, his gaze fixed on the four-pointed-star structure of the Principal's eyes. "Of course. Otherwise, why would I have swallowed my pride and asked you to join us, Principal? If this were just an ordinary matter, I definitely wouldn't trouble you. After all, without you holding the fort, Zion's risk index would skyrocket."

"Hmph~ Putting on airs."

Remaining seated, William slowly leaned forward and propped his chin on both hands. "By the way, has the Organization never ventured out to sea before?"

"Of course not. Zion's overall combat strength isn't enough to support an 'ocean voyage.' There are only a few people who have reached that level, and going out to sea itself carries enormous risks.

"The Organization once considered going out to sea. It was called the Great Migration.

"At the time, we considered that if the Quechua Continent we lived on were confirmed to have completely turned into a gray zone, and the Skin Factory prepared to enslave us all, the Organization would carry out a total migration.

"We would cross the sea to the Middle-Earth continent and try to find other human organizations.

"But the idea was overturned before it was even written into a plan. As we came to understand the Old World better, we found no