Wortenia Senki

There is a sailboat in its cove, quietly anchored.

Its ships are fast ships with three masts. Especially now he folds all his sails and quietly awaits the decree of the Lord.

It looks like a very ordinary wooden ship. A Western-style ship with a dragonbone.

The total length would be about half an hour. As a ship type, it is close to a Galeon ship. It resembles a ship frequently built during the great voyage period, which began around the fifteenth century.

The only thing that would make a difference from a planet's sailboat is that you can't find a firearm such as a cannon?

Perhaps the presence of gunpowder is not common.

Several sharp gazes were poured on his ship from the clearance of the woods that grew on the north side of the cove.

Black dyed clothes and a mask covering the entire face assimilate their appearance into darkness.

They are literally the inhabitants of darkness.

Whether in the monstrous woods, they have nothing to fear.

Because they are the most fearful monsters...

"Guys, we're on track."

A slight wind swayed the leaves of the tree, signaling the groaning of the blooming night.

And the signs disappear from around the blooming night. It is a slight sign, felt only by humans of the same species.

This time she was bringing in all the particularly skilled members of the clan.

The bait has already been sprinkled. After that, just wait for the prey to fall into the trap.

"Now, where are your nest holes? Please show me the way."

A cold grin appears on the face of blooming night. It was the face of a cold hunter.

"Oh man... you think your head would believe that story?

About 10 men surrounded two men in a dim room filled with the smell of the tide.

Whenever a lamp that lights up inside the room swings loosely to the left and right, the shadows in the room rumble.

Every face you see is the face of a sailor burned red and black in the sea breeze and day.

Most of all, I can predict what their profession is if I smell the blood emanating from their bodies.

A low, cold voice pierced two men on their knees.

"But... we really saw it. With these eyes...... hey, right?

Saying so, the man waved to the other side to remain silent.

"Yeah, I saw this guy clearly with a telescope, and I only saw him with this eye. This guy was right, there was an incredibly large town built over there. No. That's not a town. There was a small local city."

Hearing the words, one of the men surrounding the two told him to throw up and throw them away.

"Keh, I'm not kidding. Hey, how the hell are you gonna build a town in less than two months? If you're telling me you can do it, explain it to me. Fuck you!

To his words, a voice of derision and endorsement rose from around him.

Whoever hears, there will be no one to believe the two words.

"That's not true. We did see it."

But the man who understood his life was at stake desperately devoured.

If they decide you've reported a lie, they'll kill you for sure. It's also a cruel way to kill your spine as a show...

"Don't be ridiculous! You must have been drinking anyway!

Someone else screamed out loud.

"I'm not doing that! We saw it! I really saw it!

"True. We don't do booze or drugs. I just followed my head's life."

The two change their blood phases and scream, but the gaze poured on them is cold.

"Shut up for a second."

A low, hard voice.

The more normal you miss hearing, the lower and lower their voices are. But the man's words reached the ears of everyone on the spot.

Everyone's gaze is directed at a man sitting alone in a chair on this occasion.

A disappointing physique and a reddish beard exposed to the sea breeze. The fallen eyes emit a terrible light.

The red and black skin burned in the day hides from the gaps in the silk shirt.

It's like a man of the sea.

The man's name is Henry. He is a man who is called and feared by the other pirates.

Originally a fisherman in a small fishing village in the kingdom of Ernesgoola, the haughty one said he had killed and fled the nobility who had ruled the village because of troubles about taxes.

You come near as quietly as a violin, and you eat it silently.

"Head..."

"Oh... we..."

They turned their gaze toward Henry.

Our lives depend on the mood of the man sitting in the chair. You can't be afraid of that.

"Well, good...... you had a hard time. Eat up, you guys."

"Huh?"

A dumb word leaks from the mouth of the man who was blaming the two most vociferously for the too unexpected words his ruthless head uttered.

But the man hastily blocked his mouth.

"Go."

Ignoring the odd gaze from the surroundings to be poured out, Henry ordered the two of them to leave by hand with Hirahira. It's like getting rid of even dogs...

"Heh, heh. Easy to be rude."

"It's easy to be rude. Head."

As if begging for pity, the two men, who were stuck on the floor, bow their heads to Henry and jump out of the room like a shedding.

It is unclear whether Henry was at random or for any reason, but I guess he didn't want to lose the life he picked up because of it.

"Head, what are you going to do? I don't think they believed me.

One of the men left in the room asked Henry to sit quietly in the chair.

They are the executives of this ship, beginning with the chief sailor.

Unlike the average sailor, some questions are also allowed to Henry, the captain.

Of course, great care should be taken not to compromise Henry's mood as an absolute power...

"I don't think they have the guts to lie to me. Besides, if you were to lie, wouldn't it be funny to tell a little more true story? You know how I do it, don't you?

As he stroked his jaw with his hand, Henry turned a sharp gaze at the man he had been asking.

In fact, Henry doesn't think the two of us are lying. I can confidently say I understand what happens if I lie to myself, no matter how retarded my men are. That's all they're executing us for.

Sure, the two of you talk too absurd, but if you were plotting betrayal, you'd make a few more stories.

Everyone nods silently at Henry's words.

I did deny the two words from the head to too many ridiculous reports, but if you calm down and think about it, it's too risky.

I don't know how ruthless our heads are, because every sailor on this ship should have stained his skeleton...

"That's... sure. But then, what kind of trick did that young man use? It hasn't been two months since he walked into the peninsula, has it?

I understand that you two are not lying. But then a new question arises.

"Well. But it would be possible if we just made it look like it."

"Make it look?"

To Henry's words, the men tilted their necks.

I'm used to rough stuff, but I don't like using my head.

Because the majority of their heads are occupied by alcohol and women.

"From a distance, you can do any number of false demons, right? Those two, they said they checked from the Cape, but they didn't stop by to make sure. It's possible it was a wooden stakeout."

"Is it a stakeout?

"Well, we're talking about possibilities."

"Head. What to do after this? I guess I'll just have to go check it out."

In fact, it is a story with no answers even if we continue to debate it. Then I'll have to go check.

But Henry shook his head sideways at his men's words.

"No, you don't have to."

"But..."

"Ome, are you going to poke me?

Henry turned his sharp gaze to block the man's words he tried to defend.

"If we go back now, we'll have to make it to the first meeting of the month. Or will Temehe talk to them?

Everyone on the spot breathes in Henry's words.

"Sooo... Sora"

"Then we'll have to go back. Sure, it's a delicate story about whether they believe it or not..."

Two faces float behind Henry's brain, shouldering him.

People who don't usually want to look at each other too much.

But this story can't move at Henry's discretion.

To the annoyance, Henry accidentally struck his tongue.

"Either way, we can't move alone. Attack, bring it into the negotiations, we'll have to talk at the meeting."

At this stage, we have to guess.

However, there is only one thing that is clear.

Aside from the sham trap or whether we are really prepared, a human being named Ryo Shiba is aware of the pirates who root for the Waltenia Peninsula.

It's starting to get rough.

I thought it was a pioneering business started by a stupid aristocrat in his mind, but apparently the idea was just a little sweet.

A man named Ryoujin Mitsuzai is genuinely willing to explore this barren peninsula.

"All right, give me an anchor. We're going back to port!

Under Henry's decree, the anchor was wound up and the sail was stretched.

The ship slowly at first, and gradually gets wind to increase its speed.

Towards their Negijo......

The town was located on the northern tip of the Waltenia Peninsula.

In this land, which should be devoid of men, the inhabitants of that town have survived mightily.

Their roots do not understand where they came from, neither do they themselves.

Nobles and their descendants exiled to the peninsula. A criminal who has been wagered a prize by the state and has lost his way. Such a paradise that some have finally reached beyond the desolate sea, and others through the woods which are said to be demonic realms. No, in a way, maybe its place is hell in the world.

Indeed, it is a place where no existing power is beyond its power. Towns unrelated to the tyranny of the nobility and to the oppression of the country. That's all people might call the town paradise if they ask. But if you hear what dominates that town, everyone will tell you where the hell it is.

It is the power that dominates that town. The only thing that was strong was the law of the town.

Gender and age are not taken into account in any way.

It is such a town.

In its small bay, surrounded by cleaved cliffs, was its town. It's as if you're afraid to touch people's eyes...