Although Rigerif also hoped the ship could return as soon as possible, since that would make it easier for her to escape from it.
But Amon's orders were the exact opposite, leaving her momentarily troubled and unsure how to change Pierce's mind.
Just then, Amon's airy voice reached her ears. "Agree to it. Let him pick any port and dock there."
Rigerif froze for a moment, then composed herself and nodded to Pierce. "Fine, we'll do as you say—but is there really any need for that old Vincent's funeral?"
"He was your great-grandfather in name, after all." Pierce lowered his eyes, his voice carrying just the right amount of regret. "There are still people in the Cult who mourn his death. If the evidence of his murder of Ms. Maria had not been conclusive, I would have had trouble silencing those voices."
"I understand." Rigerif waved a hand wearily, a thin mist rising in her silver-gray eyes. "I'm tired. Don't disturb me unless it's important."
Pierce bowed and withdrew, the cabin door closing softly behind him.
Under the dim corridor lights, his steps gradually slowed, and his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
It had gone too smoothly.
Rigerif's "ally" hiding in the shadows had given up so easily on going to the Kingdom of God. Had that never been his goal in the first place?
He pondered for a long time before ultimately deciding to stick with the original plan.
Since the mysterious assassin had no intention of communicating with him, he would have to get rid of him.
The mysterious person was probably among the passengers, but Pierce could not kill them all. They were wealthy people from all over the world; if they died here by "accident," he would not survive the consequences either.
Then he could only