That day,
the sun shone brightly, and the sea was calm.
They left Naxos.
Thaumas watched Theseus, hopelessly immersed in love, and smiled faintly.
He secretly removed every white flag from the ship. That way, no matter what, only black flags could be raised on its sails!
Then Theseus's father, Aegeus, king of Athens, would surely think that his beloved son—his only heir, Theseus—had died fighting the monster.
Before setting out, the king and Theseus had agreed that if he returned safely, he would raise white flags.
Now that there were only black flags, there was no need to say anything more.
Thaumas had said that although this king of Athens had done well enough, he still needed to be punished a little.
As for Minos, king of Crete, he had already received his punishment. Thaumas had also told the King of the Underworld to give him extra work after death to make amends—the kind without holidays.
Still, Theseus probably would not get angry over this, right?
"Hey, Theseus! If I did something really excessive to you, would you be angry?"
Theseus released Ariadne and looked at Thaumas strangely.
"If you're not trying to take my wife from me, then probably not?"
Thaumas nodded slyly.
"You said it!"
Theseus was about to ask something, but Thaumas whistled, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
Thaumas leaped onto Griffin's back and said excitedly,
"Remember what you said! I'm leaving first!"
Damn it!
Didn't Thaumas say Griffin had turned rebellious?
Why did Griffin look so obedient?
Though he had no idea why,
this had definitely been deliberate, right?
But thinking of that wonderful dream... well, he would forgive him!
"Ariadne, here I come!"
Meanwhile,
Griffin truly deserved to be called the incarnation of lightning. He was incredibly fast.