There was no police station aboard the St. Margaret.
As captain, Wilson wielded enormous authority, holding judicial, investigative, and law-enforcement powers all in his hands.
Once he announced the outcome to the passengers, the matter quickly faded away.
Another week passed.
The banquet hall.
Long voyages were always dull, so all manner of dances, banquets, reading salons, and cigar-tasting gatherings had become some of the passengers' few diversions.
Aaron sat behind a dining table, admiring the dancing figures of the men and women on the dance floor.
As an essential subject for entering high society, their every gesture was incomparably elegant. Paired with splendid attire and melodious music... it truly was a feast for the eyes.
But that was not why Aaron had come to the ball.
Lowering his head, he continued working on the roast grouse, lamb, and cheese toast on his plate...
The grouse had been roasted to a golden hue tinged with red, its charred fragrance tantalizing the nose. The lamb had been prepared with fennel and other spices, without the slightest trace of gaminess, while the cheese toast was just right.
The figs served with the meal gave off a refreshing fragrance, and the sweet wine was equally flavorful.
When it came time for dessert, the many varieties of carrot cake, Black Forest cake, and specialty cakes featuring orange slices and blueberries were all a refreshing sight.
After the dinner, Aaron felt that his appetite had been thoroughly indulged.
Of course, this little food was nowhere near enough to fill his stomach.
After activating the fifth Origin Quality and becoming a 'Perfect One,' Aaron felt that he could chew through an 'Angel Grade' mystical item in a single sitting without even blinking.
By his estimate, after eating five or six—at most nine or ten—he would be