At the lighthouse in Pulan Harbor, two soldiers who had just come on duty were chatting to pass the tedious hours.
Since Pulan Harbor had not been attacked in years, the soldiers on the island had grown somewhat lax, and Morin turned a blind eye to it.
After all, he was confident that those filthy pirates could pose no threat to him, while anyone capable of threatening him would never risk offending the Kingdom of Wesley to attack a naval port used only for resupplying, unless...
Suddenly, one soldier shuddered involuntarily.
"Hey, you're awfully frail, aren't you? Shivering in weather this warm?"
"Oh, get lost. I'm wondering about that myself. I don't feel cold. Huh? What's with that look?"
The soldier suddenly noticed his companion staring at him in shock. Before he could work out what was happening-
Squelch!
The next moment, a slender arm pierced his chest. Seeing this, the other soldier immediately reacted. "Ene-"
Before he could get the word out, a hand with sharp nails covered his face, stifling his words completely.
Soon, the soldier's consciousness sank into darkness.
Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Dunn gave a slight wave of his arm. The blood slowly drained from their bodies, gathered into a ball, and finally sank into his body.
After dealing with the lighthouse sentries, Dunn signaled in the direction of the fleet. Soon, four pirate ships appeared in the waters near Pulan Harbor, yet the people in the harbor remained completely unaware.
No wonder the Boll Family chose this place. They've grown this lax.
With his plan proceeding smoothly, Dunn was in a good mood and even had the leisure to criticize Pulan Harbor's defenses.
But Dunn had not considered how rare the ability to fly was in this world. Why would