Inside the luxurious villa at 32 Constant Street, Bayam.
—Many streets in Bayam were named after cities in the Loen Kingdom.
Vice Admiral of Ailment Tracy lounged on a sofa. She raised her sharp, bright azure eyes to look at the black-haired, golden-eyed masked man standing by the window opposite her and said with a smile:
"Your Excellency, if you want me to transport that item for you... aside from the price you previously offered the Demoness Sect, I'll need additional compensation... After all, the Black Death is my Ship."
As she spoke, her eyes grew hazy and alluring.
Yet the masked man was not affected in the slightest. While appreciating the Demoness's Fascination, he calmly asked, "What do you want?"
"A Conspirer Characteristic." Tracy smiled faintly.
The masked man pondered for a moment before nodding. "Fine... but you must also agree to one additional condition."
"Please, go on." Tracy narrowed her eyes. Though she did not reject Pleasure, she was selective about her partners. If he truly made any excessive demands, she would not mind abandoning this deal outright.
"It's simple. I need you to stir up some trouble soon and draw Admiral Amelius's attention away. Ideally, make him leave the Rorsted Archipelago temporarily.
"For that, not only will I provide you with a Conspirer Characteristic, I can also help you gather all the main ingredients for Reaper... And you won't have to give up much. After all, causing trouble is practically a pirate's job."
"But I'd have to face the pursuit of a Demigod..."
Tracy gently shook her head. Just as she was about to haggle, a commotion suddenly arose downstairs. She could not help stopping mid-sentence and furrowing her long, straight brows... because she vaguely heard her maid's voice.
Sure enough, half a minute later, the blonde