When Lothar stepped out of the Great Witch's room, he was sent back to the woodland where he had been, and when he turned to look at the previous door, there was only a few crumbling frames made of stones. It seems that this door becomes like this when the witches don't welcome their visitors, and it's no wonder that the people of Heartbreaker can't find their hiding place anyway, after all, it's not a place that can be reached without relying on magic. Of course, no matter how powerful the witch's magic is, they can't really create a space out of the world, which is something that the Lord of the Gray Tower has not been able to do, so the witch's hideout must be somewhere in the mountains around Heartless Bay, but no one can find it.

It took the Count some time to retrieve the tomahawk that had been thrown into the grass. Fortunately, his throw in the fog did not use much strength, and the Fool's Justice lay there quietly waiting for its owner to pick himself up again. Lothar raised the tomahawk slightly above her head, watching as the sunlight reflected off the blade of the axe became unusually strong against the dark shadows. He still couldn't believe that he had used this axe and this right hand to kill the Thunder Giant that had existed for an unknown amount of time. Lothar had imagined himself more than once to be the dragon slayer warrior of poetry and legend, but when he became a giant killer, it was not as comfortable as he imagined. Because it had no glory to speak of, the Count knew that no matter what the Thunder Giant had said in history, he had never seen the Giant's evil deeds, and he had killed an innocent person. And the death of this innocent person indirectly contributed to this war.

His instincts told Lothar that he would pay a heavy price for his actions. And all he can do now is to use the opportunity given to him by the Great Witch to try to make up for his mistakes as much as possible. He was going to assassinate the leader of the Burning Waves Siren, the being they called the Chief Priest. Only then will he be able to minimize the casualties of this war, and the Grand Witch promises him that she will show her mercy to the Sirens if they lose their will to fight. After all, a controlled group of Krakens can bring more benefits to Heartless Bay.

Feeling heavily guilty, Lothar had no other choice, and although the Count knew that what he was doing was not justice to the Sirens, he did not have a deep friendship with the underwater dwellers. The only Kraken the Count cared about was a lone wanderer who had broken away from the clan, and the mixed attitude of Fioni towards his native clan in his words led to speculation that the relationship between the shapeshifters and the Ragtao clan might not be harmonious.

What's the use of thinking about that now?" Lothar sighed, pinning her tomahawk to her waist. He understood that what he was thinking about now was only to find an excuse for what he was about to do to escape the condemnation of his heart, and he was really not good at it. I remember that if I had to do a prank when I was a kid, the person in charge of quibbling and making up excuses would always be Marcus. And in the rat-man plague, the Count only needs to wield a battle axe in the shadow of the gray robe. He is used to following the right people to do the right things. But there aren't so many people like Marcus and Cheese in the world, and there aren't so many right things in the world, I mean, maybe there's a perfect solution to everything, but it's often hidden in the depths of thorns that can't be seen.

With this complicated state of mind, Lothar slowly walked to the meeting place that the witch had told him, it was a beach in the southern part of Heartless Bay, hidden behind the shadow of the reef, although the water level was shallow to moor large ships, but it was not easy to detect, enough to be the meeting place of the assassination team. Until then, the Count still had time to prepare for his operation, which was in the early evening and was now only in the afternoon. That being said, he didn't really have anything to prepare, and Lothar didn't know what else he could use in the sea other than his tomahawk and his life.

As a result, he was one of the first to come to the beach and wait, with a few simple equipment and rations on his body, in addition to weapons and light leather armor. The Count didn't take advantage of the time to see the webworm again, he didn't want her to see him like that. If this battle is destined to go and never return, then at least the last impression he left in his lover's heart will not be too ugly. The sea breeze, pushing the tide and blowing a little dry sand, Lothar leans against the uplifted reef and enjoys the sun. Until, a dark shadow obscured the sun.

"I thought I was the first one to get here. Looks like you're not going to miss any chance to kill the Kraken, are you?" The Huntress has a strange accent in her human voice, but given that the Krakens breathe with the cheeks on their shoulders, it's not particularly strange that they can't make nasal sounds. Lothar looked up slightly, shaking the sand off his head after confirming the identity of the comer, who had been unconscious in the sunlight for some time. But instead of Jacquia's sarcastic greeting, the crown of thorns on her right arm expressed goodbye joy to Lothar.

Feeling the sheer joy of his Shell friend's transmission of his low mood lighten the Count's depressed mood, he stood up and looked over Jaquia's shoulder, noticing what had come with the Huntress. It was a small boat, the size of a ship like the Black Arrow, which was used as a landing craft. "Tell me there's a big ship waiting for us in the open sea, okay?"

Jaquia turned to look at the dinghy and shrugged, "Of course, in fact your Grand Witch has prepared an entire fleet for you to drive straight into the army of the Mighty Waves and kill their chief priests with a harpoon. No, of course not you idiot, how sensitive do you think the Kraken is to anything on the water? If we were to pilot your ships, we would be targets when we got out of port. I really don't know how Fioni managed to spend so much time with you and your equally stupid kindred, he's a freak in the heart. ”

"Forgive her, hunter, mood, bad. The voice of the crown of thorns rang through Lothar's head, turning the latter's retort up to her throat into a slight sigh.

"Well, just kidding. However, why just you, I thought Fioni would be the navigator of this operation. The Count tried to speak in the most peaceful tone he had ever spoken.

Jaquia snorted, but answered Lothar's question, "He's the navigator, but he's waiting for us on the other side of the maelstrom." When the sun goes down, I'll pull you to the whirlpool, and then we'll have to go underwater through the whirlpool. ”

"Are you sure? I can't breathe underwater like you do. No matter how small the size of the whirlpool is, I am afraid that we will not be able to swim through it in one breath, and what can we do without the ship?" said Lothar to the huntress, who seemed to him to be completely unsuitable for a plan.

Without waiting for the Kraken to answer, a somewhat tired but still energetic voice sounded from not far from the two of them, and three figures appeared on this beach in the gradually reddening sunlight, "Don't worry, we will solve this problem." ”