"O Main God greater than the sea! Is this the big white fish we caught in the wise man's prophecy?"
"Bullshit! The big fish already ran off, and it's all because you paddled too slowly! Now all we've netted is this... uh... Mikui, how big is this fish?"
"How big is the fish? Mm... let me take a good look..."
The indigo sea was where deep water met the shallows. A few wooden barrels and planks bobbed on the surface, seeming to be the "big fish's" discarded clutter before it fled. Eight Dugout Warships patrolled the waves, trying to salvage the "demon magic tools" that had fallen earlier, those strange "lightning rods," but in the end they found nothing. Clearly, those long tubes that smoked and spat lightning were made of metal; once they hit the water, they sank and vanished.
The only gain from this exhausting chase was the two "white fish" that two Red Crow bodyguards had personally shot into the sea and fished back out. Bodyguard Mikui stretched out his rough, broad hands and groped over the "white fish," then could not help frowning.
"Eeh! This fish has so much hair, nothing like us at all... hm? Soft on the outside, hard on the inside, tied to his leg... what's this?..."
"Idiot! With that shape, it's definitely a dagger, a dagger wrapped in a sheath!"
Bodyguard Chabo snatched the dagger over, but the first thing he looked at was the leather of the sheath. The leather was thick and tough, processed very cleanly, much like bison hide, though paler in color. Then he looked at the hilt, where three strange demon runes were carved: "Vic." Finally, he drew the dagger, and a bright, cold gleam fell into his eyes!
"Huh! Is this an iron dagger? Hiss! So