“D-damn it, why?”
“To think it would come down this quickly!”
A raging sky. A thrashing sea.
It was a scene like the descent of some calamity god from myth.
Wiping the blood trickling from their ears, the heresy inquisitors grimaced as one.
The captain of the cursed ghost ship was something like the standard-bearer of the unbelievers who defiled the sea.
Just thinking of all the times they had suffered at the hands of the Immortal Spear was enough to make them grind their teeth even in their sleep.
But at the same time, that also meant Gyeon Riok was an enemy they feared facing to that degree.
“Lord, we must hurry! Please board first. Even if we are to rendezvous with the Admiralty, it would be best for you to receive treatment before we go!”
The Inquisition and the Admiralty.
The Temple’s military strength was broadly represented by those two organizations.
Whenever an important incident occurred, the two always moved together, and now that a papal decree had been issued, this time would be no exception.
However.
“Adjutant, must we really rendezvous with the Admiralty? As you can see, the Lord is hardly in good condition!”
“Exactly. If you trace it back, isn’t the Admiralty ultimately the reason the Lord ended up like this?”
“To be precise, it was the Grand Admiral.”
At someone’s sarcastic remark,…