Simmons Ragu stood at the bow of the ship, feeling the connection with his son becoming increasingly vague.
Such a sharp kid. I wonder how long you can stay in there, he thought.
The old man standing next to him said, "Captain, the ships ambushing around us came up empty-handed; their ship is too fast."
Simmons nodded, indicating he understood.
He wondered how his son had managed to acquire such a speed-specialized Spell Ship in such a short time.
"Send these scumbags out to search the perimeter," Simmons ordered. "Don't let him hide comfortably in there. Constant pursuit will keep his mind on edge, exposing flaws and making him easier prey for the darkness within."
Upon hearing his captain's command, the old man nodded.
Simmons' gaze remained fixed in the direction Alka had departed.
「...」
"So many ambushes! Good thing we slipped away quickly," Alka couldn't help but remark as the ships that had been trying to surround them completely disappeared from sight.
