Sonia Island.
In the sailcloth warehouse where Amyrius was stationed, intelligence reports streamed into the admiral's hands like snowflakes through Black Sails.
"Lieutenant Colonel Ken succeeded. He and Iceberg Admiral drew off a large number of pirates and clashed with the Feysac fleet in waters roughly an hour's sail from here."
"Shevich appears to have left the base. Last night, quite a few people saw a massive Flame Spear pass through the sky. Judging by the direction it was heading, Shevich should have returned to the Feysac naval base in the Sonia Sea. Strange, why transfer Shevich away at a time like this?"
Amyrius picked up another intelligence letter. "At the Feysac temporary base on the eastern side of the island, a huge door has appeared on the sea. That should be the item controlled by the Feysac people. Are they preparing to attack Pritz Harbor?"
Footsteps sounded outside the warehouse door. Mark pushed it open and entered. Looking at Sifa and the others, he smiled. "Everyone, we have reinforcements."
He stepped aside, and three people entered one after another.
The first to enter the warehouse was a young, dark-skinned man with deep blue hair. The moment he came in, he looked at Sifa and gave a soft snort through his nose.
"Quincy?"
Sifa rose to his feet in surprise. Looking at the other two who came in after him, he saw familiar faces as well.
They were Edward Shawn, a painter and Poet, and Frank the Thief, whose eyes were constantly darting around the surroundings.
They were his former colleagues from the Wavebreaker.
"And they are?" Amyrius looked toward them. The admiral's intangible pressure made even Quincy become obedient.
"They're crew members of the Wavebreaker and fellow Black Sails members from the same class as Second Lieutenant Sifa," Mark