Jimte hated trouble, so he refused it.
Carral hated trouble, so he became trouble.
Hayes hated trouble, so he stayed away from it.
But the three shared one thing: when trouble truly became unavoidable, they would neither fear it nor run from it.
After all...
If I can't deal with the trouble, can't I at least deal with whoever caused it?
Bang, bang, bang!
On deck, the sailors began firing under their captain's command.
Both musket balls and crossbow bolts flew.
But before the musket balls and bolts could reach them, Carral stepped forward and drew his twin swords-
Shing!
Both swords left their sheaths.
They sounded as one.
The blades whipped up gusts of powerful wind.
Musket balls and bolts alike were sliced in two by those razor-sharp gusts.
The sailors on deck stared, dumbfounded.
Their captain went pale with horror.
Clearly, he had never expected to encounter anything like this.
"Raise the mainsail!
Hurry! Hurry!
All of you, get rowing!"
The swordsmanship Carral had displayed made the captain realize they had no chance of facing him head-on.
Naturally, their only choice was to flee!
But before the sailors could act, Jimte, standing on the riverbank, gave a bashful smile-
Crack!
As though something had drawn the heavy iron anchor toward it, the capstan snapped under the strain.
The anchor plunged straight into the Inner River.
A moment later, the chain connecting the anchor to the ship pulled taut.
Creak! Creak!
Amid the teeth-grating noise, the slowly moving ship was not only dragged to a halt but began listing and spinning.
"What an enviable bloodline!"
As Hayes spoke, his gaze had already found Alvis Hamlet bobbing in the Inner River. The Count of Bette's nephew raised his hand.
At once, the unconscious young member of the Golden Lion Family