Even with the high tides, the sea is still clear.

The hull was breaking, the ship was being towed into the depths of the sea, and in places that Morris had not seen, a huge whirlpool was taking shape, and it was surrounding the "Beer Keg".

When Morris realized something, Lilith was circling in the sky, and hellish fires burned in her eyes—not figuratively, they were burning.

In the night sky like two stars that flicker on and off.

She relied on the secret technique of "seeing through" to find the sneaky figure hiding in the sea in the dark night.

"It's just a mermaid. "It's just an indigenous," she thought through gritted teeth. ”

But she couldn't see anything at this moment, the sea was too deep and too dark, she pierced through the fog of the shallow sea, but the deep sea was treacherous, and there was a force to prevent her from crumbling "seeing through".

The power of magic comes from preparation.

Neither Tirel nor Hell has such a thing as a magical power (MP).

Therefore, as long as the will is not exhausted, miracles will always be guided.

With such a large-scale mystery, this mermaid must have taken a long time to brew.

Lilith can't calm it down, so she chooses to kill Jessica first.

But how did she escape my eyes? was Lilith's doubt, which struck at her dissolute evil heart and chiseled a crack into it.

Even I had forgotten about her existence, and she was chilling because she suddenly remembered a possibility.

The gods assisted her.

A drop of cold sweat ran down and extinguished the flame in her left eye, and the flame in the other eye dimmed with it.

......

Compared to the huge waves on the surface of the sea, the deep sea is completely calm.

It was darker than night, and Jessica was hiding under the depths of the ocean.

The dark purple choke marks Lilith had left on her neck were still seared on her neck like an oddly patterned collar.

Setting off this tidal wave consumed almost all of her mind.

She curled up in the sea and closed her eyes, and the miracle of her will turned into a giant palm, pushing one huge wave after another, stirring up one turbulent whirlpool after another.

This is long beyond her limits.

But she didn't rely on her limits to fight.

She is a surrogate of the gods, and in addition to praying for miracles with her will, she is also able to invoke the gifts of the gods she believes in.

Master Lorelei lent her the power to control the seas.

What she didn't know, however, was that there was someone else covering her breath.

She meditated intently, bearing the weight of the ocean with her will, and carefully pulling it so that it would not become untamable when it broke off.

After all, she was there to save people, to save the terrestrial human whose name she didn't even know very well—the young god in the dream told her very clearly.

And to eliminate these, to combat the arrogance of the whisperers is also something she is happy to do.

......

Uh-aaa——! that bitch goddess, and bastard Lester!

Lilith throws a tantrum and can't find Jessica's location.

It's almost there, it's almost done.

She condescendingly looked at the "Beer Barrel" struggling in the whirlpool, and her mad anger intensified.

She saw her newly recruited minions rise and fall in the water, and then disappear again after the waves.

She didn't care about the lives of these people.

Originally, this kind of stable and difficult hypnosis was premised on the loss of sanity. This is where its malice lies, and even if you undo its miracles, you will get nothing more than the skin of a dead soul.

But she had to rely on these men to kill Morris.

When she calmed down a little, she suddenly felt some regret.

She shouldn't have gone looking for the merman who challenged her dignity in the first place, but she should have chosen to guarantee the lives of a few humans, but now it's time to pass.

But even so......

She looked down, and the scarred young nobleman was about to cut the rope that bound her.

Don't even try to escape!

She retracted her wings and shot down like an arrow off a string.

......

Unless it's the merfolk.

If she hadn't died, Morris thought, she was guarding me.

So what do you do now? stay in the boat, or jump into the sea?

His mushy head struggled to make a decision.

The rotatingly inclined "Beer Keg" could no longer stay, and there was a problem with the connection between the rudder handle and the bearing.

The ship will soon fall apart, and it will drown if it stays on board.

But if he hadn't been on the boat, he would have drowned more quickly in the sea.

Morris's sense of balance was shaking violently, his head slammed against the door, and some blood was pouring out.

He felt dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol, and he couldn't recover from a few hiccups.

The waves have stopped, and the bigger threat is the whirlpool.

What to do?

He made his choice with self-defeat.

He drew his broken sword and cut the rope between himself and the helm, and in an instant he lost his balance and fell. But he immediately got up and stumbled to the broadside – not necessarily the broadside.

His eyes were swollen and he couldn't get his bearings, and his balance was out of order, leaving his stride crooked.

But as long as you can jump into the sea.

Anyway, he would rather drown than die at the hands of demons.

When he finally climbed to the side of the gunwale, he fell unhesitatingly into the whirlpool, and by the glimmer he could faintly see Lilith speeding in.

She used "Flash" to accelerate in mid-air, which caused Morris to panic for a moment.

However, until he fell into the water, she was still some distance from him.

......

When Morris was completely immersed in the sea, the whirlpool disappeared and the water filled the hole in the center of the ocean.

The world around them fell silent all at once.

He took a big breath and closed his eyes.

He didn't believe he would drown, unless these strange whirlpools had nothing to do with tsunami and mystery.

But they are clearly inextricably linked to mystery.

So when a timid but expectant voice sounded in the quiet ocean, Morris was not so surprised.

This one has a sigh-like beginning and a singing ending. Obscure.

But it's easy to understand.

It wasn't human language, but Morris suddenly understood.

It's like someone is translating in his heart.

"You...... Can you understand me?"

He turned his head with difficulty, the sea narrowing his eyes, but he still saw her.

It was a thin girl.

Unlike his ugly posture of uncontrolled fall into the deep sea.

She was half-hung in the sea, the current of water rolling upside down on her body to hold her up, and the shattered sunlight hit her face evenly.

She had long, pale blonde Navar hair, but had dark vertical pupils. She was pale-skinned, and wore only a dark green bandeau on her upper body.

Her arms were clumped with pale blue, fine scales, until her elbows were blurred from her skin.

As for her lower body, as he had imagined, it was a dark blue, healthy and energetic fishtail.

It's beautiful, and it's very weird.

Morris lost his words.