"..."
Onigumo's eye twitched.
He exchanged a glance with Momonga and silently chose to shut his mouth, asking no further questions.
Of course...
He had been far too naive. With the Vice Admiral's temper, how could he possibly let that fellow off so "easily"?
He had no idea what the Vice Admiral would do to deal with him later, but that no longer mattered.
He knew.
All he needed to do now was observe a moment of silence for Rey's fate...
As dawn began to break.
The Thunder Eagle officially set sail, leaving Flevance and beginning its journey back to Marine Headquarters.
Noah had originally planned to sneak away with his men that very night, before the cured townspeople in the square recovered from their shock.
Unfortunately, the incident with Rey had caused far too much commotion and wasted quite a bit of time. In the end, they had been unable to escape the townspeople's notice when they left the city.
Before they set sail.
The people who had come to see them off had already filled the entire beach, bringing countless gifts of thanks. Even though the Marines guarding the ship had done their best to decline, the townspeople's overwhelming enthusiasm had forced them to accept some.
Valuables and jewelry were out of the question, of course, so the gifts they accepted were mostly local specialties and tokens of appreciation, such as thank-you letters from children, bouquets from young women, and three tons of oranges from a farmer.
Only after the ship set sail did Noah notice the pile in the storeroom with horror. He finally remembered that the White Town also had a thriving citrus industry, and his heart nearly stopped on the spot.
Damn...
Just thinking about them made his teeth ache. They had practically traumatized