By the time the Hell Special Operations Unit's warship arrived near the Grand Duchy of Iron Mountain, the moon was rising over the sea.
A waning moon hung halfway across the night sky.
Tonight's sea wind was exceptionally cold, as though it meant to snatch away the last hint of warmth in people's hearts.
In Bright Lamp Port, the port city of the Grand Duchy of Iron Mountain, a noble's small castle had already been claimed by Redfield.
The castle stood on high ground northwest of Bright Lamp Port, more than eight hundred meters from the nearest civilian residences. With the iron fencing around it and the vicious dogs bred by the noble, few commoners ever dared approach it.
The castle's former owner had a rag stuffed into his mouth and was hanging from a tree in the small woods, every stitch of clothing stripped from his body.
The night's freezing wind cut like bone-scraping steel blades. The pig-like noble's body was rapidly losing heat.
The vicious dogs he had raised had already impatiently surrounded him. Those eyes belonged to dogs that had undoubtedly eaten people before.
On the third floor of the castle, Redfield leaned against the railing, gently swirling a wine glass in his hand. By the light of the waning moon, he coldly watched the fat pig of a noble being torn apart by the vicious dogs in the woods.
Vicious dogs ate people, while nobles sucked the marrow from their bones. This world mercilessly devoured the weak.
Redfield's Observation Haki, capable of seeing straight into people's hearts, had witnessed endless ugliness in human nature. It had made him extraordinarily extreme.
Seeing things too clearly and understanding them too well was itself a kind of pain. The Lone Red's aloof pride was merely his solitary detachment from