At sea

Sleeping aboard the Black Death posed a bit of a headache for Neph. Since she could not openly show herself, she could not have a room of her own, either.

Just as Neph crouched on the deck, considering whether to sneak into someone's room or steal some bedding, she spotted the target of her trip on the gangway, which had been lowered once again.

Tracy's beauty was undeniable. Even with her charm rendered ineffective, the sight of that face still took Neph's breath away.

Now I'm a little curious about what Miss Justice looks like. I remember the description saying her looks rivaled those of a demigod-level demoness. Neph promptly scrambled to her feet and followed Tracy. The renowned Pirate Admiral unlocked the door, and Neph finally saw the canary she had imprisoned-no, the legendary Red-haired Helene.

She had vivid red hair and deep emerald eyes, and wore a lake-blue dress. The instant she saw Tracy at the door, she gave an almost instinctive, stiff smile of reluctance.

"You're back," Neph heard her say.

Tracy nodded and ordered someone to bring dinner. Neph, who had already eaten, quietly slipped into the room, sat on the bed, and settled in to watch the show without restraint.

A blonde maid soon entered with a small trolley. She took several plates off it and placed them on the dining table, then turned a yearning gaze toward Tracy. Neph heard her speak in a voice so soft it practically melted:

"Captain, your dinner is here."

Tracy gave a quiet "Mm," without sparing her so much as a glance.

The blonde maid looked visibly crestfallen. She did not linger, leaving the room with her head lowered and closing the door behind her.

Now Tracy and Helene had the room to themselves-Neph did not count. She