Aboard the Black Death, in a storeroom that had been cleaned out.
Danitz took a hefty swig of cheap liquor. The fiery liquid slid down his throat, leaving a burning sting.
"Shit... When can I finally leave this damned place?"
Over the past two days, he had finally been released from the dark, damp cell and moved into this storeroom, which barely qualified as a guest room.
For once, Kayson and his gang had not only given him plenty of food, but even a few bottles of liquor. They had also lavishly used fresh water to bathe him and given him several bottles of potions with Beyonder effects to heal his festering wounds.
For a moment, he had almost felt as though he had escaped this den of horrors...
Of course, Danitz knew perfectly well that this was not because Tracy had suddenly grown a conscience. It was because... Brando would be arriving soon.
Tracy had only done all this to make a good impression on her soon-to-arrive "lover." She wanted to prove that she had not mistreated his friend.
To that end, she had even forced him to rehearse a string of lines.
"Brando really has rotten luck. How did he ever get mixed up with a woman like this...?"
Honestly, during these days of captivity, Danitz's feelings toward his friend had gradually shifted from resentment to sympathy.
He could now understand, at least somewhat, why Brando had repeatedly tried to escape and remained so tight-lipped about everything that had happened aboard the ship.
To be targeted by a powerful, ruthless Demoness whose possessiveness was so extreme that she even got jealous of men... Yikes...
"Brando's probably the one on the bottom in bed, too..." Danitz reasonably surmised, recalling Tracy's domineering attitude.
"Then again... Having a beauty like Tracy