Aquilo and Theo took the boat back to the altar, where the festival was in full swing. The belly dancers had captivated the audience as clouds of opium hung over the crowd. No one in the crowd had any reason left. However, the ugliness of the area couldn’t be hidden.

Even so… there is no chaos.

Theo eyebrows twitched as he clicked his tongue lightly. The prostitutes had already taken to the surrounding boats and drunkards were sleeping while tangled together. On the other hand, Aquilo watched the humans with a satisfied expression. However, her eyebrows rose when she found a ship approaching them. What idiot dared to block her way? Aquilo’s nail sharpened as she waited for the right moment to slice the brazen interloper.

“Young Master!”

However, the man who leaped onto their boat landed next to Theo. His two unsheathed falchions were glowing with aura. Randolph sighed with relief when he saw Theo, who had disappeared for a bit. His warrior’s instincts had predicted death.

“Aha, is he your companion,...