However, when she broke through the surface and stepped onto land, she found that things were somewhat different from what she had imagined.
There was no sign of any fishing boats nearby. Only seabirds like seagulls kept flying overhead.
She cast a disgusted glance at those flying enemies and activated her water-control ability. Seawater condensed into a dense barrage of arrows and shot fiercely into the sky. Those "fish murderers" that had been crying happily immediately fell into the water one after another, where countless fish began tearing into them, reducing them to clouds of blood.
Seagulls were annoying, but they clearly were not creatures capable of killing sharks. The ones who had committed the evil deed had to be humans.
Suppressing the disgust in her heart, she carefully examined the beach. Sure enough, on the rocks by the shore, she saw two distinct, fresh trails of blood.
The bloodstains wound their way up the mountain, while the direction of the displaced rocks also pointed toward the summit. That meant someone had dragged a bleeding prey up the mountain. Judging from its size, it should have been her dead shark friends.
Just then, she caught the scent of smoke, mixed with a strange aroma of roasting meat.
That scent was mixed with salty fishiness. Back when she had not yet known she was mixed-blood, she had eaten this sort of thing before.
Grilled seafood.
Mercy Harbor was a fishing port. When she was little, fish had naturally been a common part of her diet.
But after learning of her origins, she had naturally come to hate all surface dwellers who ate fish. As her hometown, she unilaterally believed that its residents should set an example for all surface dwellers and stop all fishing.
She had driven away the fishermen here