Charlot broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.
He circled the merchant ship seven or eight times, yet Julian Asilo was nowhere to be seen. His heart immediately skipped a beat.
Charlot gazed out over the sea, but Archpriest Augsladin's warship had long vanished from sight. A warship was far faster than a merchant vessel; even if he gave chase now, he could never catch up before they reached the Empire of Inglima.
Charlot gritted his teeth and wisely gave up on pursuing them to warn Archpriest Augsladin that a Byron Empire spy had boarded his ship.
If he did not warn him, he could claim he had known nothing about it. But if he chased after them, how would he explain knowing Julian Asilo had infiltrated the group? By saying he had brought him aboard himself?
Besides, if anything was going to happen, it had already happened. There was no time to change anything now.
Charlot gave an Imperial salute toward the distance, praying for Archpriest Augsladin and offering blessings for Julian as well. After all, when the two met, one of them was bound to get hurt.
Who cared?
As long as it was not Charlot Mecklenburg getting hurt.
Charlot steadied himself, ignored the looks Dorothy, Anastasia, and Belisa gave him as though he were a ghost, and asked, "Where is the captain?"
The captain of this merchant ship was named Seaman. Hearing him, he stepped forward and said, "Sir, what can I do for you?" Charlot's frantic pacing and scrambling all over the ship had been far too strange. Seaman had noticed it and formed several guesses, though none with any certainty.
Charlot asked, "How many days will it take to reach Cappadocia City?"
The captain answered, "About five days."
After pondering for a long