The remote island was like a fog that swallowed everything. The rumors about the Ruby had vanished ever since Monidez sent out three armed merchant ships.
For Kilian, no news was the most terrifying news.
Still pretending to be ill in the mansion, beneath his seemingly calm reaction lay a difficult struggle.
Rising from humble beginnings, climbing step by step to reach his current status, Kilian had acquired things most sailors envied greatly.
Fame, fortune, honor, disgrace, power…
Yet he was never content, not willing to be trampled underfoot after a lifetime of hard work.
Kilian was no longer young, and he originally planned to transport the last few batches of treasure back to Spain, then bid farewell to sea life, settle back on land, look after his business, and comfortably enjoy life, mingling with the upper class.
Sometimes he would comfort himself—
