An Ill-Timed Visitor

After some communication, Luther finally understood why Antiya been keeping such a low profile lately.

She was worried that she would harm Luther.

Roselle left a terrible Corrosion in the box on her ship, nearly causing Luther to lose control. Could it be that Luzer, this created Ship Spirit, also harbors some kind of trap, waiting to erupt at a specific time?

The more Antiya thought about it, the more frightened she became. Not wanting to hurt Luther, she simply hid herself away, Sealing her Spirituality to minimize her influence—which is why Miss Ship Spirit reacted so slowly when Amon attacked earlier.

However, Luther didn't seem to care that much about it.

"We've already established a deep connection. Even if Roselle has set a trap, it's not something you can solve by simply blocking it out," he advised. "In fact, you should contact Roselle sooner rather than later and get the facts straight from him."

After Luther's persistent persuasion, Antiya gradually calmed down.

After that, he wrote a letter to Bernadette. Her reply was ambiguous; she neither refused nor agreed, only saying that she was still determining the location of the Mausoleum and would make a final decision after communicating with Mr. Fool again.

Intis Republic, Gatty Port, Upper Coastal Province.

At midday, the seaside city was bathed in bright sunshine. The azure sky was as clear as if it had been washed, reflecting the crystal-clear Sea below. Floating clouds drifted by, and the chirping of seabirds and the flat sandy beach added touches of white to the vast expanse of blue.

This is a famous trading hub, through which products from many industrial cities enter the Fog Sea. In a villa near the sea, a black-haired girl leans against the open second-floor window facing the sea.

The girl had long, slightly wavy black hair and slender, straight eyebrows that gave her a striking and charming appearance. Beneath her eyebrows were a pair of azure eyes, so beautiful that they could make the Sea and sky pale in comparison.

She was dressed in a maid-like outfit, black and white, with a fluffy and soft skirt.

This breathtakingly beautiful young woman gazed at the bustling, crowded dock from afar, as if waiting for something.

"!"

Suddenly, the girl's jewel-like eyes lit up.

Her gaze was fixed on a ship that had just entered the port.

It was a large Steam- powered ship, and on the bow stood a vibrant red-haired woman. Surrounded by numerous crew members, she appeared spirited and efficient, directing the ship to dock and unload cargo. Her every move exuded an unassailable leadership authority, making the crew members dare not underestimate her.

The black-haired girl's gaze intensified; she stared intently at the shadow, her body involuntarily shifting.

"Ding-dong..."

A crisp clanging sound followed, the sound of chains moving.

One end of a cold chain was nailed to the wall, while the other end was secured to the black-haired girl's snow-white wrist and neck. The heavy, rough chain contrasted sharply with the girl's delicate skin, evoking both pity and certain Concealment thoughts. The black-haired girl was already used to her situation; her gaze was fixed on the red-haired woman. She watched as the woman jumped off the boat, led a group of people out of the dock, across the street, and towards the villa.

She suddenly seemed to realize something, and with a "whoosh," she slammed the window shut and retreated back inside.

Before long, sounds gradually came from outside the villa. It seemed that the red-haired woman was greeting the servants and grooms in the courtyard with great enthusiasm, asking them to prepare bathwater and food for her.

The black-haired girl hesitated for a moment, then moved.

Amidst the clanging of chains, she went to the dressing table and tidied her hair in front of the Mirror. When footsteps came from the hallway outside, she quickly returned to the bedside and sat down, feigning indifference.

"Splash."

The door was pushed open forcefully, and a red-haired woman dressed in androgynous attire—a captain's hat, vest, shirt, trousers, and leather boots—strode in.

She stared at the black-haired girl opposite her with an aggressive gaze.

What are you going to say when you see me come back?

The red-haired woman asked with a smile.

"..."

The black-haired girl looked at her with a complicated expression. "You're really naughty."

Seeing this, the red-haired woman shook her head, reached out and grabbed one end of the chain, applying slight force.

"Splash!"

"... Welcome back, Master."

The black-haired girl finally resigned herself to her fate, stood up from the bedside, and curtsied.

"That's more like it, Tracy. Don't forget who you are now." The red-haired woman smiled contentedly at the black-haired girl before her. "I bought you; I can do whatever I want with you..."

That's right, the two people in the room were none other than Red-haired Helene and former "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy.

After a series of events, their original positions were completely reversed.

Helene's gaze never left Tracy, and she eagerly took a step towards her. After a long voyage at sea and years of suppressed emotions, she was finally back on land, and her thoughts were clear and direct.

Tracy lowered her eyes, hiding the expectation within them. She had been Imprisonment in this room every day, and finally, she could—

Unfortunately, someone seems rather oblivious to romance.

"Sorry to bother you," a cold voice rang out, "But I'm worried that if I don't speak up soon, you probably won't have time to pay attention to me."

"Who!!"

Helene turned around warily, twisting her body as she drew a short knife from her waist.

She then realized that there was another person in the room at some point.

This was an exceptionally handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes, an indifferent expression, and a long robe so bright red that one could almost smell the pungent stench of blood.

"It's you!!"

The first to shout wasn't Helene, but Tracy, who was hiding in the back. She looked at the man in the red robe, her beautiful eyes flashing with deep-seated hatred, "Alexander Gascoigne!!"

It was clearly Luther who had come to visit them.

"Long time no see, Tracy."

Luther casually grabbed a shadow in the room, which solidified into a chair, and sat down. "You seem to be having a good time."

The way she looked at Helene just now was exactly like that of a wife longing for her husband's return.

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Tracy's face quickly Distortion with rage, but she no longer possessed any extraordinary power, and could only force herself to endure the fury within her.

"... Your Excellency, the esteemed 'King of Blood,' Your Excellency."

At this point, Helene finally snapped out of her shock and bowed to Luther, saying, "I've long heard of your great name; it's a pleasure to finally meet you today."

It was he who teamed up with the "Crazy Adventurer" to capture Tracy...

Helene thought to herself.

I wonder what he wants to do here today?