"Who...?"
Glid immediately followed in the direction the figure had disappeared.
What he failed to realize was that ever since he boarded this cruise ship, his abilities as a bloodfolk seemed to have been sealed. In his normal state, he would have caught up with the other party instantly.
Glid was now no different from an ordinary human, even his running speed nearly the same.
But he himself noticed nothing wrong or out of place. In Glid's eyes, everything that happened was perfectly "natural," and the full moon over the sea always managed to calm him down.
By the time Glid reached the corner, the other party had already run into the cabin. He could only just see the other person's heel.
But this time, he saw it more clearly. The fair, delicate heel was bare and pressed against the floor.
Was it William's? He wasn't sure, but it felt more like that of a well-maintained noble.
He continued the pursuit.
The obsession with "killing William" grew stronger under the moonlight and the pounding of the waves. It even took deep root in his mind, forcing him to assume that the Mysterious Figure he was chasing was William.
Yet every time he reached a corner or a stairwell, all he could see was the other person's "feet."
He chased the figure all the way to the cruise ship's lowest cargo hold. Large goods wrapped in black cloth were piled everywhere, and the air even carried a faint stench.
Just as Glid thought he had lost his target, a breath of cold air blew from behind him. Before he could react... a sharp Fire Axe came crashing down.
"Decapitation."
His head slid off.
Before his vision completely faded, he saw the Mysterious Figure in a raincoat drag his headless corpse and