"Really? So that noise just now was an avalanche?"
Wapol sat on the throne in the Royal Palace, eating as he spoke. As the user of the Munch-Munch Fruit, he never bothered chewing. Whether it was a roast suckling pig as thick as a man's waist or an apple the size of a fist, he tossed it straight into his mouth and swallowed it whole.
After hearing Chess and Kuromarimo's report, Wapol let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Whether those people had come for him or not, they could not have survived an avalanche like that. The best way to deal with trouble was not to rush over and handle it, but to make its source disappear. That was exactly what had happened.
"Since they're dead, we'll gladly take their Warship." Wapol chuckled. "Chess, take some men to the Port and bring it back."
"Yes, Lord Wapol!"
Only a few small fry had been left aboard the Warship. With the Rear Admiral gone, Chess was confident he could handle the job beautifully.
An unfamiliar ceiling.
Wait!
Drake's eyes flew open, and he rolled over to sit up. But the movement sent a piercing pain through him, and he curled back up at once.
"Don't!"
A slightly shrill voice rang out, carrying a hint of hesitation, anger, and... fear?
"Your wounds haven't healed yet. Lie back down!"
Oh. Did someone save me?
Enduring the pain, Drake turned his head with difficulty toward the other side of the bed.
"Huh? That's strange. Why isn't anyone there?"
From what he could see, this was an ordinary room. Aside from the bottles and jars lined up in the corner, it looked no different from any other home.
But precisely because it was an ordinary room, one he could take in at a glance,