Rolled, stopped. Just as suddenly as it started. Of course, this was a great thing for the people in the cabin of the Damned Lady, and even Lothar, who had the best physique of the four, began to lose his concentration in the constant bumps. And thanks to the very small amount of food he ate during this time, the networm in his arms only spit a few mouthfuls of acid water on his shirt. So when the tumbling stopped, the mercenary immediately wanted to cut off the spider silk that was wrapped around her and Lothar and free herself from this embarrassing situation.

However, when she tried to call the giant spider as a pet to cut the silk thread, the webworm found that no matter how much she summoned it, she could not get a response. The unusual silence made her nervous. "Can you see what's going on?" asked the mercenary who faced Lothar's chest because of the location, hoping that the Count could see her pet and tell her about the situation. But when she finished saying this, a sudden feeling of dizziness came out of her brain, making her almost unconscious.

"Calm down. There is not much air in this cabin. I guess your spider can't move because of that. Minimize activity, I'll figure out how to break the silk. Lothar said in a deep voice, his position was more advantageous than that of the networm, and he had access to more air. After the Count finished speaking, he tried to pull out the spare dagger from his body, only to find that the sharp weapons had already been taken away by the others when he went crazy, and there was still something there to cut through the spider silk? But no, it may be that you are knocked unconscious by something flying in the bumps, or you may be unable to move due to lack of oxygen like the networm. But in short, it seems that you are on your own for now.

Think, what else can be done to cut the spider silk in this situation?, the back of the Earl's head also had a slight abnormality, and he knew that he was also beginning to have a hypoxic reaction. But he can't just give up, as a knight, he can't give up his companions as long as he hasn't really died. What's more, that person is a webworm, is... Wait, webworm?Lothar suddenly thought of something, and swallowed. "I'm sorry for what I'm going to do next, but please believe it's all about helping us get out of this situation. ”

Of course, the mercenary in a semi-conscious state couldn't hear what Lothar was saying, and she only felt a warm hand stop on her chest from her waist up. The instinct of female self-preservation made her frown subconsciously, but fortunately, the process did not last long. What the Count did was tear off the spider-tooth-shaped amulet that hung from the webworm's chest. The knife-shaped amulet had been used as a throwing knife by the networms when the royal capital had fought against the ghouls of the Edward family, and Lothar was forced to salvage the ghoul with the amulet in the water after kicking it into the water. That's why the Count remembers this little object vividly. Although the spider tooth-shaped pendant is not as sharp as a real weapon as a talisman, it is still made of metal and carefully polished, and it is barely feasible to cut spider silk.

Finally, before Lothar was completely unconscious, he managed to cut through the spider silk that had become loose from the shaking. His feet, which had not stood for a long time, almost fell to his knees as soon as he stepped on the wooden deck. Fortunately, the knight's instinct prevented him from falling to the ground so easily, and at the same time, he caught the net worm that was almost unconscious with his hand and gently lowered the latter to the ground. Exhale, inhale. Gulping down the smelly air, now is not the time to savor the taste. Lothar blinked, trying to find the location of the witches in the darkness, lighting a fire must not be a thought, with the current density of air in the cabin, it would be difficult for the candle to burn. He had to rely on impression and luck to grope his way in the lightless space.

Fortunately, the cabin was not large. It didn't take long for Lothar to touch a large handful of long hair, and needless to ask, it was Peg's hair. The Count hastened his pace, and after a secret saying that he could not stop it, he ran his hair down towards the witch. It's just that Peg's physical fitness is already bad, and if the networm still has a vague consciousness, the little witch has simply fainted. Lothar tried to pat the latter's cheek, and after a few to no avail, placed Peg against the wall, and perhaps because of the sound of the slap on the cheek, a groan could be heard in the darkness not far away.

"Kiri, are you awake?" said the Count, walking towards the source of the moan, and faintly saw two lights in the darkness. It was the witch's eyes that glittered with magic. Kiri still seemed to be aware of the lack of oxygen, and she heard Lothar approaching, reached out and grabbed the latter's cuff accurately, and then pulled the count's body towards her.

Lothar didn't resist, and he put his ear to Qili's ear to hear what the witch could do to solve the current predicament. "Take me to the pillar. The ice must be unraveled. The Count of Montenegro didn't hesitate much, although he suspected that the Damned Lady was still underwater, but it was better to have a chance to survive from the water than to suffocate here.

The knight picked up the witch and walked with difficulty towards the pillar in the center of the cabin, although it was not specified, but it was clear that in order to contact magic, Qili had to touch the main pillar where Peg was casting his magic. The witch's hand, with help, touched the wood with difficulty, and the magic surged from her eyes to the center that controlled the entire ship. So a large number of symbols began to appear on the surface of the column, slowly starting to rotate. At the same time, a shock caught the two of them off guard and fell to the ground, "Boom!"

The invisible weight of the body is telling everyone that their cabin is rising, which is undoubtedly good news. "Well done!" Lothar whispered to Kirly. But the witch was not happy about it, "That was not my doing. Someone is lifting us up. "What?" the Count asked subconsciously, knowing that Kiri could not answer his question, but he was still surprised. Who could lift a ship out of the sea at such speed in such a situation? Could it be that some giant sea monster hatched from those huge eggs before?

Soon, though, Lothar's consciousness blurred in the lack of oxygen, and he fell on the deck groggily leaning on Kiri, soon knowing nothing. When he woke up again, the long-lost sea breeze was pouring in through the torn hole in the upper part of the cabin, whining and whining. The knight rubbed his head and struggled to get up, his eyes unable to fully open because of the sunlight, but he could clearly see a dark figure standing outside the breach in the deck, and at the same time leaving the edge of the breach after noticing his awakening.