On the deck of the Oak Barrel, which was washed over and over again by the torrential rain and the waves, the sound of fighting was as unstoppable as the violent sea breeze, and the hysterical pirates and sailors seemed to have forgotten what they were fighting for, and all they wanted to think about in the storm was to survive - and kill the one in front of them!

"Webb, wake up, wake up!" Allen, who was half-kneeling under the mast, shook Webb Alexander in his arms anxiously while blocking the scimitar that was slashing at him: "Trust me, you'll be fine!"

Looking at the scarred and unconscious little priest, he thought that he had run to the deck on his own initiative, and he had sneaked out without even telling him, but now he was saved by him...... The blonde girl bit her lip tightly, and suddenly felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.

Father, mother, Brother Cyrah, the nasty squire Edward, and even this little priest, all of them were there to lock me up as if it were some burden, and I was willing to fly into the skies, even if it was just a chance to fly into the sky, even if I died here...... I—I'm not a caged bird, I'm Alan Kwyn!

"Come on, if you have the guts, go up!" Holding back the pain in the corners of his eyes, Alan raised his sword and shouted loudly to the pirates around him, still holding the unconscious little priest in his arms, his stubborn cheeks pursed the corners of his mouth, but he was whispering to himself: "I, I won't lose to you......"

Perhaps frightened by the girl's momentum, or for some other reason, there was a little no-man's land around Allen, and she held the little priest with her sword in her arms, and stood so tenaciously under the mast, confronting the pirates around her.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......" Webber, who was probably choking on the rain, suddenly woke up and tried to open his eyes. Allen, who felt his body shaking in his arms, looked over with surprise: "Are you awake?!"

But Weber's face did not have the slightest joy, his usually slitted eyes suddenly widened wider and wider, with a little frightened consternation, trembling and stretched out his hand to point back, and the usual indifferent smile disappeared.

"Hey...... What's going on?" the blonde girl looked stunned, and the pirates and sailors around her seemed to be pointing behind her with their heads tilted up, looking terrified. The curious Alan also turned her head, and the black shadow instantly covered her face, and her beautiful pupils contracted instantly!

"The mast is going to fall——!"

I don't know which guy was the first to shout out in fright, and the pirates who had surrounded Alan immediately dispersed. The girl didn't dare to think about anything more, threw away the sword in her hand, picked up the little priest and jumped to the side without hesitation!

In the constant grinding sound and the crisp sound of wood breaking, the pillar hit by the ballista was finally overwhelmed and completely disconnected, and the towering mast smashed straight down towards the pirate ship on the left.

"——!Boom" in the loud and incomparably heavy crash, as if the mast of the guillotine fell and cut off the entire pirate ship! Broken beams and sawdust flew in all directions, and the whole pirate ship seemed to disintegrate—the deck, the keel, the mast, the cabin...... The smashed position left only countless cracks in the intertwined teeth of dogs, which were turned into fragments and slowly sank in the huge waves.

After a brief silence, the barrel burst into shouts of joy and the desperate silence of the pirates. Captain Robben, whose leg had been slashed, limped up straight, held his broken cutlass aloft, and shouted:

"Cheers to the Barrel, we won——!"

All the sailors raised their weapons in their hands and shouted loudly, looking up at the sky to let the rain pour into their mouths, giving vent to their joy of survival and victory, and the pirates, who were still bloodthirsty and crazy, were now desperate like rabbits surrounded by monsters, trembling at the elated sailors around them.

"Wait, Edward...... He's still in that boat. Allen, who was able to escape the catastrophe, suddenly remembered, and hurriedly dragged the little priest to the side of the boat, trying his best to look towards the sea, looking at the endless blue and dark sea with an anxious face: "We have to find a way to rescue him quickly!"

The little priest's expression was also not so calm, and he called out for help in a panic, but alas—neither the cheering sailors nor the desperate pirates responded to them.

Life on the sea is so fragile, so small and worthless, that no one cares about a lost life - no one will believe that there will be a survivor at the sight of the pirate ship being destroyed.

But Webber didn't believe it—the scarred little priest was both nervous and calm, and could not imagine that Edward would die in a shipwreck, he was definitely still alive, but he hadn't noticed him yet.

And Alan was not so calm - the worried eyes on the girl's face searched left and right, more and more panicked, scared. She didn't even know why she was worried about a "nasty little squire", but she kept suing herself, and this qiē was all out of a sense of responsibility, just a sense of responsibility.

"We've got to save him!" said Allen, as if he had made up his mind, jumped onto the boat at once, ready to jump down in one gulp—though he looked at the pitch black sea, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, and his petite body trembled like chaff.

"Sir Ellen!" the little priest who is too "simple" has not yet discovered that Alan is actually a girl, and is scrambling to stop her - but how can a weak little priest be an opponent of Alan Kwyn, who has been trained as a knight since he was a child and is a boy?

"Stand up for me, stand up for me, you brainless idiots!" The bloodied pirate captain suddenly roared loudly, waving his knife incessantly, encouraging the demoralized minions: "Do you want to be caught and hanged - we haven't lost yet, what if the ship sinks?"

The pirates looked at each other and nodded in unison, and their originally desperate eyes reappeared with a malicious bloodthirsty smile. The sailors, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again, and looked at these beasts that seemed to be ** with some inexplicable horror, leaning against each other and retreating.

"Kill them all, and rob them all!" The pirate captain, who was forced again and again to the point that he was a little crazy, opened his chest and grinned hysterically as if he had epilepsy: "Kill them all, and then rob them all......"

The crazy sound was blocked in his throat, and the wide-eyed pirate captain lowered his head in disbelief, a long sword was slowly reaching forward, and the sound was as good as slicing butter.

The pirates, who wanted to be beaten a moment ago, immediately froze in place, watching their boss be drained of blood by the sword, and kicked on the deck by the figure behind him like a broken doll.

Edward looked at the knight's sword in his hand with some astonishment—the weapon that originally belonged to a certain captain of the guard, but it was much stronger than the one he had robbed, not only was the blade more uniform and sharper, but there was almost no chipping, just a light wipe, it was as bright as a mirror.

"Edward?!" Seeing the black-haired boy who was still alive, Allen's originally resolute face immediately laughed in surprise, and the originally tense heartstrings suddenly loosened a lot: "Great, I thought you were ......"

"I will not die until I have completed my mission. Edward smiled confidently, jumped off the ship, and stepped over the body of the pirate captain, the black-haired boy who obviously looked quite wolf, but as if with invisible pressure, the pirates around him made way for him.

"Bring victory to you, my lord. Smiling and kneeling down on one knee, Edward, whose expression was more loyal and loyal, stroked his chest with his sword, and saluted Alan with very exaggerated movements, and did not forget to glance at Weber, the little priest on the side: "The leader of the enemy has died by my sword, and his soul has been redeemed." ”

Pretending bastard, are you performing an opera?!Looking at the eyes of the crowd around him, the corners of Alan's mouth twitched constantly, but he had to show a solemn look, proudly raised the tips of his golden hair, and bowed his head slightly to show that I was satisfied.

How could Weber, the little priest standing by him, not know what Edward was planning? Straightening his clothes, he shouted to the people around him with the "Glorious Proverbs": "This is Sir Alan Kwyn, the son of Lord Otto Kwyn, the grandson of the Marquis Holard Minest, the Kingdom Minister of the Interior, and the direct heir of the Hague Castle—if you don't want to be hanged, don't kneel down quickly!"

A large number of titles became the last straw that overwhelmed the pirates, and they threw away their weapons and knelt on the deck. Edward, who breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, looked at Allen, who was full of resentment and his cheeks were flushed, and smiled a little overwhelmed.

A wisp of gold suddenly pierced Edward's eyes, and the black-haired boy subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked up—I don't know when the torrential rain had stopped, but there were still a few droplets of water falling from time to time, and the dense dark clouds were dispersing little by little, turning into the morning mist on the sea, and the light of dawn tore through the heavy black, shining on the deck between the two.

Edward, who felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, looked at Allen, who was staring at him with a pouting mouth, and Webb Alexander, who was standing there smiling indifferently, his eyes wandered back and forth, and he tried to think for a long time, and finally found something that could ease the atmosphere and change the topic, and pointed to the sky with a smile:

"Look, it's clear. ”