Under the night sky, a caster hurried from the city towards the dock.
Claudia knew the importance of timing and arranged everything overnight. So before dawn, someone hurriedly came to notify the ship to set sail.
Below the deck in a cabin, Ronald and the other two were already seated, immediately sensing the commotion outside.
"We're about to depart," Ronald said, leaning against the wall.
This ship wasn't made by [Greed], but was purchased in a hurry these past few days after the fleet arrived. The hull was built without major issues, but time and repairs made it appear somewhat aged.
On such a ship, naturally, there were no glass portholes.
Ronald stood by the wall, glancing sideways to see the situation outside clearly.
Sailors were raising anchors and untying ropes, while investigators paced back and forth on the deck, issuing orders.
It didn't take long for this vessel to begin its journey, sailing from the port onto the dark sea.
"Setting off at night, huh..."
