“Fuck, are you being serious right now?”

“Th-that’s… but I’ve already told you so many times, it’s not something I can arrange just because you insist on it—”

“There are so many ships in this port, but are you seriously telling me that none of them are willing to set sail!”

Baaang!

The wooden table shook like it was about to break. The receptionist’s body trembled in the face of this violent outburst. Intense pressure was weighing down on him, keeping him from moving. The receptionist knew that it wasn’t that the man in front of him was incapable of breaking the table with that blow just now; it was that he had chosen not to.

“...N-no matter how much you push me, I can’t do what I can’t,” the poor receptionist insisted.

“Push you? Should I show you what it looks like when I really push you?” The man cursed, “Fuck, I went through so much to get here. I might as well grab a ship, cut the anchor lines, and set sail by myself.”

“Please… you need to understand the situation—”

The reception’s desperate pleas abruptly cut off. The bloodshot eyes glaring down at him from the man in front of the receptionist made it feel like a grip was tightening around his heart. Unable to continue speaking, the receptionist desperately diverted his gaze.

A voice suddenly rang out, “No matter how lacking in manners you might be, you shouldn’t go that far, right?”

“I guess that’s just how terrible this world has become,” another voice sighed.

The man heard a rattling noise approach from behind him.

The receptionist’s face turned pale as the corner of the man’s lips twisted up in a smile.

“I was wondering which sons of bitches had started yapping,” the man began as he turned around, still smiling.

Standing there was a group of young knights whose soft faces didn’t have even a single scar between them. Their armor, which had been...