We left.

Sitting on the box, I looked back, my nine-year-old home burning in flames, embers blown high in the windless sky.

Those mortals have taken my lair. We lived to fight for another day, but the need to flee left a bitter taste in my mouth. I instinctively turned around and resisted, but I knew there was nothing to gain and the house had been lost, which kept me standing still.

I can't imagine how Rose feels. He was quick to agree that fighting a real army on the battlefield and fighting a protracted war was a doomed proposition and stupid, but like me, he was plagued by his own emotions.

I was angry, very angry. Objectively speaking, I know that we are at war, we are only tactically defeated. Vae Victis and all this nonsense. Subjectively, I would love to watch the Herald beg for mercy as I pulled out his witch's entrails and strangled his eyeless head with her intestines. Or something like that. I will lead him into a new era step by step. I will... Bah. I'll plan well and win.

Behind the box were Rose's main cannon and three wagons carrying supplies from the Venetians, who themselves rode after us. It's not too hard to escape. There were three prepared tunnels in the house and we managed to walk the largest one. We piled everything we could in the carriage and the rest was concentrated in my bedroom, which was later sealed. All unimportant items such as cheap raw materials, samples, etc., were thrown into the fire. While our lives have been ruined, our ability to fight back remains intact.

"Do you have time to feed, Ariana?"

Isaac's voice came from inside the box. Ve

ET moved him here, as this is still the safest place in the entire convoy. My sarcophagus was also there, ready to protect me from the sun, gunpowder and even indirect artillery fire, according to Loth. But I'm not going to verify it.

“No.”

Their vitality is simply too low. It's not worth the effort.

"I should be fine until tomorrow."

I did feel a slight thirst. On the way back to Higginsville, I drank a passerby's wine, not much, but should be able to drink until tomorrow.

"Good! Good. We need to move on for a while. ”

My fellow vampires may be worried about my composure, and that's a wise decision. My siblings are not good at self-control. With that, the conversation ended. Neither of us was in the mood to talk.

An hour later, we stopped at an intersection. Ve

et, Isaac, Loth, Dalto

Gathered with me for an impromptu war meeting around a map hastily drawn on their largest table.

"We have two priorities. The first is to get the government to stop pestering you. Luckily, the consortium gave me full power to tap into our abundant resources, and based on what Ariana told me about Fillmore's basement, I had a perfect way to get rid of him. ”

"Won't he fight back?"

"People like him have a lot of secret enemies, Ariane, and those are more than willing to withdraw their support for him in order to strike at his position. I could get him to retire this weekend, even if I had to ask the Charleston enclave for help. You can trust me. In the meantime, I need you two ......"

Loth cleared his throat.

"Request...... The two of you go to the southern port city of Clarkson Bay and talk to a guy named Dennis. He will have the information you need. ”

"Do what?"

"Well, of course go find a pirate ship and board it."

Admittedly, fiction cannot match reality.

Clarkson Bay, Georgia, two days later.

I followed Rose, walking on half-buried planks and through desolate swamps. His broad back is a bit hunchbacked, not because of pressure, but because of deep-seated hatred. I don't need to ask. My companion may behave like a gentleman now, but he used to be a warlord. The appearance of civilization was always superficial to him. Now, it's cracking.

"We're here."

"Would you like to speak?"

Loth turned, his eyes manic under his thunderous forehead, yet he regained control of himself in a split second. I admired his discipline.

"Yes, girl, why not?"

Then stopped for a while.

"Thank you for your concern."

I don't answer. We don't have to be like that.

We walked through an open field and found a large single-story wooden house on an elevated mound in the middle of the swamp. The fire was bright near the entrance, and the two sentries relaxed when they saw that there were only two of us. Not wise, but not unexpected. They were armed with muskets, and in addition to that, there were quite a few blades. Their clothes are mostly green-dyed cotton and dried leather, and even in this early autumn they rarely show bare skin. Their bushy beard gives it an unkempt, dangerous feel. We climbed up the trail and they followed us.

"I think you're lost, friends. The first person said with a nervous smirk. In front of Loth, no one can completely relax, especially now that he exudes irrepressible violence.

"We're here to meet Quick Wallace."

"Maybe Quake Wallace doesn't want to see you."

"Him".

There was an unmistakable end in Rose's voice.

"Stay here, I'll take a look."

Clever.

The first thug walked in, the second stepped back, staring nervously at us. As time passed, the man became more and more pale under Rose's merciless gaze.

"He's going to see you now. There's nothing funny about it. ”

I followed my friend into a large open room, which, apparently, was both a meeting room and a kitchen. The smell of roasted meat and tobacco wafted through the air, and the first smell wafted from the fireplace where the whole piglet was roasted. The men sit around in the middle of a strange trio, leaning against discarded furniture. The first is a blonde man wearing an eyepatch, sitting lazily on a throne in the room. The second was a large black man in leather cargo pants with an oversized machete standing beside him. He was as tall as Loth, and his face was covered in what appeared to be a ritual scar. The last one was a surprise. He was the only one in the group who had been cleanly shaven, with a pair of monocles hanging from his jacket and was currently nervously holding a bowler hat that had apparently been brutalized for at least a year.

The blonde man was clearly the boss. His posture is relaxed and confident, and his brown coat is well cut. He wears a jeweled ring on his finger. He leaned forward, smiled, and glanced cautiously.

"I'm Wallace." This is Moyse," he said, pointing to the tall man with a stiletto heel to wipe his nails, "this dashing lad is Rustic. Now tell me the fuck why I shouldn't cut you open like a pig and tie your woman to my mast. ”

He laughed. I'm thinking, do we really need him? We just need his men, right? I have a great way to make sure they're loyal.

Once again, Loth proved his self-control, and he simply threw Isaac's letter to the man. He didn't look at the envelope, but handed it directly to Loustic.

"We're not sissy city dwellers, we have Lockstick reading for us. We have our own way. Like Moises. He didn't part the sea, did he? He separates people. ”

We are still at a loss.

"Yes...... Sent by Savannah, boss. ”

Wallace's face sank.

"You're one of them?"

Loth shook her head slowly, and continued.

"No, she is."

All eyes turned to me. I grabbed everyone and brutally pushed the horror to the front. The effort required made me a little dizzy and a little thirsty. I shouldn't have done that.

"Now that the fishing tournament is over, can we continue? Or do you idiots need to fight each other before we sail?"

You can hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground. Loth, you should tell me you need to relax.

"I bet you wouldn't be as strong without that monster behind you."

I disagree with that. Or rather, I will, but Loth needs relief more than I do.

In the cold room, I grabbed Louis's wrist and walked towards the exit. Before I could cross it, I turned around and added in a solemn tone.

"Don't take too long."

I was standing outside, and the strange pirate was standing beside me, with our letter in his hand. The two sentries glared at us with a look of surprise like that of a cow.

Upon entering the house, I heard the rustle of the cloth, and Loth carefully took off his jacket. Then the heckling began.

"You sons of bitch, do any of you want to put your fist in your mouth?"

Then there was the sound of rushing footsteps, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the sound of bodies hitting walls. And then everything fell apart. The sounds of battle, the clashing of corpses, the sound of thrown furniture and broken glass, the grunts of effort and the sounds of pain, make up a dissonant symphony that echoes my observations of the land. The composition is not bad, all brown and green, with a hint of red. I'd love to draw it later.

"So......" Loustic began in a trembling voice, "do you come here often?"

The body of a pirate crashed out of the window, landed in the mud, and came to a halt after rolling a few times.

“No.”

“Oh…”

Half a minute later, a roar erupted, scaring several bats away.

"Ha, that's Moyse!" A sentry added with a vengeful smile.

Unwilling bellows. The calm, pure sound, as if it were the horn of a longship, shook the remaining windows and trembled. A huge duel announces to us through the walls, as if the walls are not here. Fists hit the flesh, wood shattered, pottery shattered, and huge corpses slammed around like battering rams. After a few more seconds, the fight reached its climax, and the two men slammed open the door like a freight train, throwing the thing in the air.

Loth landed on it, and he stood up effortlessly. He didn't seem to be injured except for a thin streak of blood on his temple. Moyse looked a little dazed.

My friend slowly walked over to a dead tree on the side of the road and uprooted it. He folded the trunk in half and approached his opponent with his ugly, makeshift stick. As he walked forward, the roots of the tree shook ominously.

"Remember what you asked me two minutes ago?"

"The newcomer," replied the negro as he vomited blood, "I'm stumped." ”

Loth looked at what he was holding, then at Moïse, who was lying on the ground bleeding profusely, and then at the improvised siege equipment. Then he dropped it on the ground.

And laughs.

Both of them burst out laughing, and soon the pirates joined in. Soon, bottles began to appear, and the whole team drank bottle after bottle of rotten intestines like water.

I don't understand what's going on. Is this a man's business?

Fifteen minutes later.

Wallace pointed to a map salvaged from under a broken table.

"This intersection is a sign of Cotton Bay, and the Santa Rita is supposed to be a smuggling ship of the Balataria pirates, commanded by that odious Frenchman, Jean Lafitte, and moored until the day after tomorrow. The ship was moored long enough for the crew to unload their cargo, get drunk, load up more loot, and get out of here. We'll catch them. ”

Well, then I had a full meal for the first time in two weeks.

"To avoid detection, I'm going to take Rustic, Moyse and the first shift on foot to take out their land team. Patterson, you put us half a mile on the coast to cut off their retreat. Madame, would you mind staying with us?"

"Not at all, Captain."

"Good, well, good. Then it's decided. Let's go. ”

Those mortals are just a little afraid of me, and they're all different. I can get used to it so that normal people know what I am and accept it. I remember the creed of the Eru vampire faction and their hidden cities, which are full of people who know what they are. I can see the appeal of symbiotic relationships.

Rose and I went back to get some things and weapons and boarded the pirate ship.

The smuggling base in Cotton Bay is cleverly designed, I have to admit. It seems to me that there is not a single road leading there, and thanks to the judicious use of exposed rocks and vegetation, it is hidden by passing ships. Three crumbling buildings are hidden under the bunkers, and there is clearly no trace of smoke. I raised my fist and the person behind me stopped.

"There is no trace of them. Stay here, I'm scouting in front. ”

I walked out into the courtyard and stopped ten paces from the main entrance. I smell that there has been a lot of bloodshed here lately. I didn't notice my heartbeat.

I silently looked at every window and saw nothing but crates and personal belongings. My profile check was over, and I went back to the others and told them what I had found. The atmosphere became grim.

"That's not good," Wallace muttered.

"Let's thoroughly inspect the base and then move on to the plan." I added, "Ah, I'm really looking forward to a good meal." "This setback... It's unfortunate.

For the sake of our allies.

No, Ali, wait. They were all under the protection of Isaac, who entrusted me with those seductive people. At the very least, I want to keep them safe, healthy and delicious. I mean, safe and sound. Ignore thirst. I've done it before and I can do it again.

We arrived at the building again, and Wallace and several others opened the lid of the lantern to check the surroundings. I gently patted the captain on the shoulder. He turned around angrily, but flinched when he found himself staring at my mask.

"Two people were killed here."

He pointed his lamp at the ground, and ominous pools of red water were scattered with extinguished bs

ase

o。 ”

"Lately?"

"Less than three hours."

The man cursed like a sailor, and I guess that's how he is, so it should be fine. I wonder if if he would swear less if I made him more obedient. Just a small bite......

"Those torches were lit, they were extinguished. Madame, can you see anything else?"

I pointed to the largest building.

"There's still blood here. No one is alive. ”

I took them into the barracks. Two double beds and several hammocks surround a cooking station and an upside-down table. Smudged cards were all over the floor. The pool of blood and splashes covered almost everything. The stench is annoying.

"Still no body...... Moïse muttered. Instead of answering, I grabbed under the bed, revealing a broken hand with two cards in my hand. The Jack of Spades and the Queens of Hearts. Ominous.

Loustic ran outside and retched. I sighed.

"So they took most of the bodies. Who would do that?! One of the pirates asked.

I suspect it's a vampire. It's too messy. Even scoundrels get drunk. Out of desperation, I examined the wounds on the limbs I found. A knife and overwhelming force cut it off, and it didn't mean anything. I believe that at least half of those present are capable of doing this.

Are we too late? Did someone from the Brotherhood do it?

"We need to get back to the ship."

Loth and Dalton showed no fear, but the pirates were more worried. A few people muttered something monster, and one of them realized I was looking at it and stopped just as he was signing.

"Yes...... Let's go. "Come on, guys, it's time to earn money."

Our team left the abandoned building and followed a path to a pier hidden in the shadow of the island. We found an empty rowboat and blood stains.

"I'm not going!" What evil witchcraft is this! A crew member muttered.

"He's right, Captain, we don't know what we're up against!"

I knew deep down that I should let Wallace take care of him. This part of me is overshadowed by another part, more interested in this development.

"So, you're not going?" I asked softly.

Eight people held their breath, and the audience was silent. For a moment, nothing happened, and then the whole squad climbed onto the boat.

Good.

But it's also a bit disappointing.

The men began to paddle, and Wallace and I stayed in the bow. The night was dark, and he tried to find something on the deck of Santa Rita, but so far no results. I could tell him there was no one there, but I didn't want to trouble him. Instead, we have a small problem.

"Nope."

"Ah, little girl?"

"If you paddle harder, we'll be able to finish a lap in no time."

"Ah, yes."

Even with Moyse on the other side, the strength of the two teams is unbalanced. I need to row on my own, which is impossible to happen when mortals serve here.

We walked across the bay in relative silence. There was a smell of terror from the man's body. Maybe I should... No. I can wait a little longer.

Soon, Wallace expertly aimed the rowing boat at the target, I jumped onto the deck, and the others climbed onto the nets.

Abandoned, except for more blood. This one is a bit old, and I deduce that whoever killed the smugglers started with their ship. I opened the only door to the lower level and listened.

There was only one heartbeat left.

The crew gathered on the main deck with their backs to each other. The tension was palpable. I signaled Dalton, and he relayed my findings to Lot. The two climbed down, followed by an angry Wallace, who was furious at the loss of the initiative.

Two men were left to guard the rowing boat. They exchanged a nervous look, and by the time they turned around, the rest of us had disappeared.

I waited, hidden in the sails. The smell of the sea and the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the boat made me relax. This is the waiting part.

After a few seconds, something ticked on the processed wood, and I waited.

More things to click on the side. Fascinating. They can at least breathe underwater.

Now, eight monsters are crawling towards the clueless pirates. They stood back to back, pistols drawn, lanterns scanning the darkness.

I waited.

One of the things poked its head out of the railing, and I was once again surprised and delighted. It's a mermaid! Or a fisherman. Phew, it doesn't matter what it's called, it's humanoid. The bald head is covered with scales, the flat face has no nose, sits on a powerful chest and muscular arms, and ends in claws. Aside from its white face, the creature appears to be dark cyan.

It's going to be fun.

The thing grabbed the railing with both hands, repositioned itself in what I thought was a ready jump, and screamed at the two men, only to be broken when I hit its head on the board.

The other four creatures that were already on deck scrambled to dodge instead of charge, and as a result, the two pirates lost their panicked chance to shoot. If the explosion hadn't already alarmed the rest of the crew, their girlish screams would have been alarming.

"What the hell is that!?"

I put my worries aside, grabbed a thrown trident, and returned it to its sender with interest. This strange weapon grabbed the fish with its protective arm and pushed it against the railing.

Then the one under my feet let out a strange, fairy-tale cry, and they all jumped out, leaving only me, the leader, and the two sailors covered in urine.

It's incredible.

The thing didn't struggle, so I moved my foot away and let it move up. Slowly, I seized the opportunity to examine my captive. The creature is almost as tall as Loss, although its construction is soft and curved. Its legs are replaced by a muscular tail with pointed fins that allow it to glide over the ground. The white color of its face extends all the way to its chest, stopping only at the navel. Its eyes were dirty amber, with no sclera, and black pupils staring at me. It opens its lipsless, revealing needle-like fangs, but otherwise does not move.

However, I was thirsty.

"It was a good hunt," I said in a whisper.

“Ni

a

i.”

I was stunned. What? !it speaks? Its voice is hoarse and strange, but it can't be misheard. It calls my name?!

To everyone's surprise, the creature bowed in a begging gesture and offered its own throat.

"You speak my language?"

“Ni

a

i, Submit".

The rest of the pirate crew rushed out. There was silence all around them as they looked at their frightened companions and strange creatures kneeling before me.

"It's the demon who killed the crew of the Santa Rita. Kill it! Wallace screamed.

“HSSSSSSS !”

The collective inhalation was accompanied by the collective lowering of the gun.

"You don't want to disturb my mistress, do you?" Because it's a bad idea. A voice came from behind. Loth and Dalton emerge from the depths of the ocean, and in the middle stands a shivering fat man. At the sight of this creature, the madman soiled himself and added a new, unnecessary layer of flavor to my puffy complex smell.

Wallace did not answer. Both Architectural and Moise prayed, with the latter praying in French. Their gibberish upsets me.

"Do you know what I mean?"

“Ni

a

i Mashuldu

u。 ”

The sin offering is a creature that gave his life to atone for his sins.

"Agreed."

I approached and bit it. Slowly, the essence of the sacrifice satisfies the thirst.

Yes.

Yes.

Exquisite. It's been a long time since I've drunk blood so thick. Ritual offerings made by voluntary creatures. It smells of sea, blood, conflict, and remorse. of despair.

As soon as I got what I was right, I let it go. I am merciful tonight. Those creatures are hunters like me, and they succumb to the power of the conqueror, and rightfully so. There is nothing to do in destroying their leaders. I'd rather enlist the help of others.

I licked the wound clean and enjoyed the strange sensation of the cold scales under my tongue. When I pointed to the sea, the fisherman's eyes widened in surprise. It bowed deeply and slid away. A splash of water announces its departure.

"You let that thing go?"

"Really?"

"Are you crazy, woman?" It killed all the crew on board!"

I walked towards the pirates. With the exception of the captain and Moïse, everyone took a step back. I was wearing a half-mask, and they must have thought I was strange, though obviously not strange enough that they wouldn't have taken the liberty of asking me questions.

"And? Do you want to tell me how to deal with my prey? Are you going to force the terms of our contract?"

"It's not that!" They're monsters!"

"Me too," I added with a smile, "you're not here to decide who lives and who dies, you're here to help us get the information we want." Got it?"

"Uh-huh."

Silent.

Do I see disobedience in his eyes? We'll see soon. In the meantime, I'm going to ask a sailor. I grabbed the man and dragged him to the bow of the boat.

"He's in a fragile mind, ma'am, and I don't know if we can keep him awake."

"I don't care, I just want him to give me an answer."

I sat on top of the whimpering man in front of me. He had collapsed, tearing and trembling like a leaf in the wind. His uniform was stained with sauce, and I think we found the ship's cook.

"Let me guess, you found him in the pantry?"

"Yes, girl, hurry up now, because we have more to discuss."

"Does it have anything to do with their betrayal?" Dalton asked.

"What do you mean?" Did they betray us?"

"No, girl, but they're going to do it. There are clear signs. ”

"Really? ! really...... I was going to interrogate one, but you seem to be sure ......"

"Yes, we are. Tell her about the signs, Dalton. ”

"Well, they don't at all please me like anybody who wants to form an alliance, their people don't want to look at me, and there are always at least two crew members staring at us both with weapons in their hands. In the end, they are pirates. Their profession is dishonest. ”

"I don't object, though, it's probably just prudence, that's all."

"It's easy to find out that if they delay our landing until dawn, they're planning something that requires you to get out. In the meantime, ask the kid. ”

I forcefully lifted the chef's head in front of me. He stinks, his chubby chin is covered in stubble, and his face is something that a drunken mother wouldn't like. Saliva trickled down his fat lips. They asked the creature to prepare food for them? At this stage, the fish eater is just natural self-correction.

I grabbed his arm and took a gentle bite to catch his attention with my eyes.

"Tell me your name."

"They...... They're coming from the sea!"

"Your name."

"Huh?"

"Look at me. Good. Now tell me your name. ”

"Allen Park."

"Okay, Alan. How long have you been on this ship?"

"I've been a chef for three years, sir."

"Who?"

"Captain Strauss, sir."

"You've stayed in Savannah during that time, right?"

"Yes, sir, three times."

"Last time you gave something to the auction, right?"

"Yes, from what they found on that damn wreck, Captain Strauss and his dumbass first mate."

"Where's the shipwreck?"

"Those monsters, they ......"

I pushed hard and the rope between us began to loosen. I grasped it with the iron fist of my will, returning his attention to the here and now.

"The place. What is it. Target. Wreckage. ”

"Oops! On the beach! Black Harbor Village!"

"Why do you say it's cursed?"

"Ah, my head!"

“WHY?”

"They're coming to get him!" Chief mate! Those insanely strong thugs! And then there are the monsters...... Ginseng!"

I put my babbling body at my feet. His brain was gone, broken like a twig, but I got what I needed. Someone kidnapped their first mate. It must be the Brotherhood, they know where the wreckage is. I feel like we're always one step behind.

"Our enemies know. We'll have to go back and warn the others. ”

I wrung the poor turf's neck, and we left the bow to find the crew toiling with sails and ropes. First, we climbed the building behind the largest mast, which, according to my companions, was called the stern fort, and went in search of the captain at the helm.

"What are you doing?" Rose asked without beginning.

Moyse, beside him, must have crossed his arms habitually with intimidation. His frown eases when he realizes who he wants to impress.

"We're going to get out of this place, I'm not going to take a rowboat with these things around. My boat will escort us back to Clarkson Bay from where you can depart. ”

He's not asking for hazard pay, he's not talking about fishermen. How unusual.

"When do you think we'll be there?" I asked.

I patiently watched from behind the mask as sweat trickled down his temples. Nervous, right? It is true that these people have no way to achieve their ambitions.

"Maybe sometime tonight, well, that means we're going to be slower because we don't have the full crew."

"Is that so?"

Sweaty silence.

"I'm wondering, include Santa Rita as part of your agreement with the consortium?"

"Well, of course. I'll settle it with Mr. Isaac. Do not worry. ”

"Is that so?"

Even more sweaty silence.

"Well, I'm below deck before we get there."

The man nodded, and I turned around to hear two sighs of relief. I shouldn't be picky, because they are pirates after all, but those lucky gentlemen can't be the sharpest tools in the shed, or in this case, I guess a saber holder, right? Disappointing.

Annoyed by their mediocrity and proud of the fact that I used the word "below deck" in the actual conversation, I opened the door to the downstairs, but I immediately regretted the decision.

"Ah, this place stinks!"

"Captain, pirates are unhygienic."

"Hiss".

"Don't do that, ma'am, or you'll have to breathe in some more of this air."

I hate that he's right.

A flight of stairs leads to an open water surface opposite the hull. The hammock still hangs from the blood-stained post. Further up, a cooking space and storage space take up the space. Next to it are the main attractions.

"Really?"

"Navy cannon, girl, yes. Four on one side. ”

"They look old."

"They are, but they're the cleanest things on this regrettable floating discard."

"Well, then they don't need to. I'll subdue the crew, and we'll be able to leave in the rowing boat when it's convenient. ”

"That's right. Loth replied, her eyes glinting. Strangely excited about our adventure, Dalton examines the interior of the ship to find out what the watchmen know.

I hope they don't do some despicable pranks, because I won't. We're going back to land, and nothing unfortunate happens. Nothing.

"I'm going to sea." I declare and approach the hull. As we had expected, there was a kind of opening, now tightly closed, so that the artillery could fire at the enemy ships without first having to blast a hole in the thin layer of partitions separating us from a large school of fish-men, squid, and a large amount of salty water. I played with the chain and tried to open it, first on my own, and then with the condescending help of two companions.

"Hiss"

"I just wanted to help!"

Those two people were so innocent.

I crawled out, my claws stuck in the salt-covered wood. As I approached the surface, something broke the surface. The fisherman's head I let go before.

He was accompanied by the entire member. Their agile bodies cut through the water, casting incomprehensible glances at me, before diving back to the bottom.

I think we are in a truce because they are content to just look at me. I stood up and quietly climbed up the wall. Unsurprisingly, I found eight heartbeats. Three were in the stern, and the rest moved around, except for one in the bow. I walked slowly over until I saw him. Loustic behaves strangely, turning his lanterns on and off to provide a light signal. We are currently moving along the coast, and he is sending those signals to the sea......

Ah, of course, he's communicating with Wallace's ship, the Red Maiden. This is not entirely unexpected, nor is it too worrying. I'll just wait for the news to come out before I do it.

I climbed slowly, and my unfortunate victim leaned forward to better read the response. I pushed myself to the limit of the railing.

No one is watching.

In the blink of an eye, I grabbed the pirate by the throat and dragged him to the railing and bit him, grabbing me with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. He was so close to me, so intimate. His heart was beating under my elbows, and my knees were too close to his manhood to be undignified. His hands were tightly placed on my shoulders. It doesn't hurt me and I enjoy the slight pressure.

"You've always been a bad boy, haven't you?"

The bite had struck his already fleeting determination. It's like stealing candy from a sleeping child.

I won't.

"Huh?"

He nodded in horror.

"You want to do something that will me off, right?"

Nod.

"That's bad, isn't it?" You don't want to hurt me. ”

He shook his head frantically.

"I'm a little disappointed, but I'll forgive you if you tell me your plans. Whispered in my ear. ”

His warm breath tickled my skin and made my hair flutter. I think I'd love to drink him dry, though it would be very unwise. After all, I ate a lot.

"We weren't going to hurt you. We're going to seal you in a coffin and ransom you to that rich bastard. ”

"What about the others?"

"They're too. If they dare to resist, we will beat them. We're not trying to kill you, I swear!"

"I trust you," I replied in a low voice, then twisted his neck. I lowered myself and my body so as not to make a splash. Just as I was lowering myself low enough, the lead fisherman floated up from the sea, grabbed the corpse, and handed it over. It disappears beneath the black waves.

Now I understand. They must have known my master and expected his descendants to leave a string of corpses. It annoys me a little that they defend their beliefs. I'm not like him. They betrayed us first. I'm different.

When I reached the railing again, it took me almost a few seconds to study where my enemy was lying and then attack.

I jumped from the railing to the foremast and broke the neck of a sailor who was pulling the rope. Before he could react, I killed his companion. I immediately jumped up, landed behind the third man, and pierced his eyebrows with a finger. A stab in the back of the head left a man looking out over the coast speechless.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?!"

I jumped on the stern of the ship, rushed to the last sailor at the helm, no, that was called the steering wheel, slit his throat by the way, and shoved my hand into Moyse's chest. As expected, I was going to prick from the back of the heart instead of the organ itself, so it would be much easier to pierce the ribs.

I turned and threw a dagger at Wallace.

The boat jolted a bit, and mine missed. This gave the captain enough time to take out the pistol and the cross.

I snatched the pistol with one hand and squeezed his hand with the other, pinching the symbol of Christianity.

"It will only work if you believe it, you idiot."

Truly pathetic. I can't believe those idiots are on the same planet as Senid. The world is indeed huge.

"Do what you want, monster, and I'll see you in the deep sea soon."

I didn't care, and almost cut off his entire head. How about such a witty rebuttal?

"Madam, wheels!"

Dalton rushed out from below and rushed towards the back fort. Ah yes, the body of the sailor dragged the ship aside, and now we are heading out to sea.

My vassals have taken the place of the dead, what is it called? Ah yes, a helmsman. He got things right, and soon we were regrouping. It's not too early. From another ship came a whistle, accompanied by bells and shouts of the people. We were discovered! Phew, I should have been more careful! If the ship had not changed course, we would not have ...... There will be no ......

"Dalton, why are you wearing a three-cornered hat?!"

"There is no time! Madame, go to the foremast and pull the sails apart!"

"Which one is the foremast?!"

"The one up ahead!"

"What else?"

"Release them, let them swell, catch the wind."

I muttered, untied the overly complicated knots, and moved from side to side like a cursed monkey. Shameful! I'm a vampire, not a sailor!

"Hold!"

There was a rumbling cannon and a terrible whistling sound from the "Maiden", and after a while the shells flew over our heads and into the sea, and only one shell hit our side, making a sound of wood breaking.

"Bloody hell! They are firing at us! I shouted.

"You've only been a sailor for a minute, and you've started cursing?"

I covered my mouth with my hand. 5 stars no!

"Open the other one, mistress, I think Rose is ready!"

I jumped up again, repeating the previous unraveling, this time silently. Just as I was rescuing the last man, the sound of cannon fire rang out below deck.

"Is it us?"

"Hey!"

He enjoyed it so much.

The shell bent gracefully, wounding our opponent's side at the limit of the sea line. Loth timing his shot was on point, just as we were on the cusp of the wave.

"The wind is blowing, ma'am, you must hang up the sails!"

"Didn't I just open them?!" What does it matter about the reef?"

"Do as I say!"

“A

g !”

I did what he told me to do, and in the meantime, I struggled with the complicated words and Dalton's advice.

"No, vassal, I don't want to be a boatswain!"

"But vampi

Think about it!"

"No!"

Loth fired again, this time with a different gun, and his aim was correct. Another hole appeared, slightly higher. That's too fast for a bachelor. I understand now that they loaded four cannons while I was cleaning the house. Clever. It also means that once we get out, it will need a permanent reload.

"Hold!"

The Maiden fired another shot. This time, at least three shells hit our flanks, one of which blew off a mast. Now it's just a matter of time. Dalton still tried his best to get us to face them more or less, but they were quicker and it seemed like their plan was working. To keep a straight line, we turn to the right. Or starboard? Whatever. Soon we will be in shallow water and may hit some rocks, or we will have to turn left and let them fire at us without returning fire.

Loth's third shot bounced off the sea, destroying their railing, but that was about it. An angry roar came from the depths, mixed with English and Dve

gu

The sounds, complaining about "junk pig iron" and "inbred makers" shook the night. When I found out that our enemy was starting to eat lunch, I was preparing to put away the other sail in despair.

"Those damn fur seals are fetching water!" Haha!"

Take it seriously.

Loth's last shot hit the front of the hull and missed another one. This seems to be a turning point. The Red Maiden slowed down, and we began to catch up with her. Then I heard screams.

Looks like I've made new allies. The silhouette crawling on the sloping deck killed the distracted sailors, while the rest tried in vain to stop the tide from invading their hull. The battle was won.

“Ni

a

i。 Sacrifice to. ”

Now that I took the time to look, this fish man turned into a fish woman. She is distinctly breastless, but her figure is definitely feminine, especially in the middle. Her face is also thinner and more refined. She was the one who threw the trident at me, and the weapon is now lying on the ground as a sign of peace. She was the first to cowardly climb to our side, and soon the other commandos followed, and now she knelt in the position of the supplicant. I wanted to tell her that if they could catch up with a ship for that long, they could take the bodies away because I wouldn't swim with them for payment. However, the language barrier is a real obstacle.

I sighed and looked at my companion.

"What the hell are you two drinking?"

The men were passing a bottle of aged glass, the contents of which were blurred. Dalton still wears the cursed tricorneal hat and flatly refuses to take it off.

"Aged rum from Guadeloupe. A delicacy. It will make hair grow on your chest. ”

"Don't you think you should at least stay awake until we reach land?"

"Let's celebrate this victory, girl, it's rude to keep a lady waiting, you know?" Even if she's half-fish. As Cousin Grolin used to say, don't let that wet woman go to waste. ”

"No!"

"Seriously, it's rude to refuse to donate blood, I'm sure. Meaning you don't think she's worth it. ”

Although his explanation is dubious, he is right. I should respect her offer. It's just that...... Ah, that's okay, it should be fine. Yes, no problem at all. Her blood couldn't have been that potent.

I bite.

It eats less than its companions. She's tradition, direction, and possibly magic. I licked the wounds clean and they were on their way.

"Correct! Stop doing stupid pranks! We come back with seriousness! and etiquette!"

"Of course, we're going to do it just right. It's a promise. ”

An hour later.

"Two tall ships came from Old England,

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

One is Prince Luther and the other is Prince Wales,

Sail along the coast of Gobarbari.

"There, there!" Our merry Dalton shouted,

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

"Look forward, look back, look at the weather and direction,

Look down the coast of Gobarbari. ”

There is nothing in the stern, there is no downwind,

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

But there was a tall ship that sailed in the wind, and she sailed fast and free,

Sail along the coast of Gobarbari.

"Oh, salute her, oh, salute her," our terrible vampire shouted,

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

"Are you a warrior or a privateer," she said.

"Sail along the coast of Gobarbari."

"Oh, I'm not a warrior, and I'm not a privateer," he said.

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

"But I'm a Pirate of the Aral Sea and I'm looking for pay,

"Sail along the coast of Gobarbari."

Oh, we lay on both sides of the ship,

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

Until Prince Luther knocked the pirate's hull flying,

Sail along the coast of Gobarbari.

"Oh, a quarter, oh, a quarter," shouted the pirates,

Blow high, blow low, and so we sail;

But we give them a quarter of the money - we feed them to fishermen,

Along the high BA

ba

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

"Damn girl, I love you so much, but you really, really can't sing."