Hector's Miscalculation, a Wish That Lasted Ten Thousand Years

"Don't worry. You're in my hands. Since your son was willing to give you even his chance and position to become a god, he definitely wouldn't use some wide-area attack that would catch you in it too, right?" Hector's tone was relaxed. "In a sense, Servants like you and Euryale make the best shields."

"Me? And Euryale?" Doris felt a little dazed. What was this guy talking about?

"Relax. Although I have no idea what that Master of ours is thinking, it probably won't be anything too excessive." Hector lied with his eyes open.

Splash—

BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!

"Oceannus!" Oceannus's furious roar rang across the sea, and the entire ocean erupted into turmoil.

BOOM BOOM—

"Ow!" Hector had expected Oceannus to catch up quickly, but he had not expected him to be this fast—or to raise such enormous waves right from the start.

"What the hell are you thinking!!!"

BOOM—

BAM!!!

The towering waves collided. Gritting his teeth, Hector twisted his body, grabbed Durandal by the shaft, and pressed it against Doris's neck.

Oceannus and the giant waves both froze instantly.

"Let's talk this out, senior. I'm only doing this for the Master's mission." Though Hector had already pointed the spear's blade at Doris's neck, his face still wore a helpless, casual expression. "And Euryale really is hard to get at. Blackbeard's been shouting about it for so long that Drake's group must be incredibly wary by now."

"I don't give a damn what excuse you have. Let go of my mom!" Oceannus gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging as his muscular body looked utterly ferocious.

But he did not dare move an inch.

"Come on, senior. Wouldn't it be good to bring the Divine Servant Doris to your junior?" Hector sighed. "That way, we can finish