Imitating a Pirate Flag

As the sun rose, several pirate ships appeared on the horizon.

The pirates aboard had been cursing nonstop.

"Our captain's definitely been captured by those people."

"When we land, I'm going to kill every last one of them."

"It's been two years. They must have forgotten the lesson we taught them last time."

Several pirates shouted that they would teach the people of Hasa Kingdom another lesson.

A few men were kneeling on the deck. They were the ones who had returned earlier to bring word of what had happened.

Why were they kneeling? Because they had abandoned their captain and come back on their own.

Useless fools. They couldn't even protect their captain.

They watched the shore come into focus, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

Even after two years, what had happened there remained vivid in their minds.

After all, it had ended with a king kneeling before their captain.

They hadn't even had their fill of killing before the matter was settled. It had left them wanting more, and now they could pick up where they had left off.

"Don't hold back when we get there. Kill as many as you can. Just leave a few alive to tell us where our captain is."

The order came from a red-haired pirate—the one who had killed Shankui.

He was Christol's most capable right-hand man.

He was ruthless and fiercely loyal to Christol.

He hadn't stayed on the island with Christol because he preferred the freedom of the sea.

Out there, he could kill as he pleased. On the island, Christol wouldn't let him attack its people at will.

"There's another pirate ship docked over there."

"What? There are pirates here too?"

The red-haired pirate strode forward, snatched the telescope from the speaker's hand, and looked through it.

Sure enough,