High above the battling ships, Quinlan was still studying his water lens when Aurora gave his arm a pinch.
"Quin, please stop joking. You can't be thinking of becoming a pirate."
"They must have maps."
"And people hunting them. We don't even know which country we're near. Would you like our first introduction to be someone trying to arrest us?"
Ayame leaned against his other shoulder, smiling far too sweetly.
"Perhaps an imperial fleet. We could ask them for directions while they kill us."
"Baby..." Lucille shook her head, smiling slyly. "You won't have your way this time, I'm afraid."
"You wanted to keep a low profile," Seraphiel reminded him. "You know I'm always down to have a fun adventure, but this... I struggle to see the appeal."
"..." Quinlan remained silent, listening to all the opinions of his women.
He wanted to visit unfamiliar cities with his family, find worthwhile fights, and learn how people lived beyond Iskaris.
