Chapter 69
The white weasel pet of the Golden Beard Pirate Group.
Jeppy was hungry.
After being unintentionally dragged here, clinging to the body of the “Little Master,” it had already been two days since Jeppy had eaten anything.
Until now, during every mealtime, Jeppy had always been fed delicious food by the “Master.”
After eating well for so long, the pain of sudden hunger was enough to make Jeppy irritable.
Until now, Jeppy had behaved calmly thanks to the “Little Master,” who, along with the “Big Master,” always gave him tasty food…
But then—
The sudden whiff of crude yet distinct meat…
Followed by the vivid scent of fresh blood…
Made Jeppy perceive the lump of meat in front of him as food offered by the “Little Master.”
And then—
“Shaaa!!!”
Jeppy bared his fangs and bit into the nape of his prey.
His teeth, strong enough to pierce even Adamantium, clamped down and instantly crushed the prey’s windpipe.
Then—
Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! Chomp!
Driven by the hunger he had held back for so long, Jeppy fervently chewed through the meat.
Starting from the tender neck muscles, he cleanly devoured even the softest and juiciest sirloin along the spine.
The alcohol-soaked flesh of a human wasn’t to the elevated taste of Jeppy’s refined palate anymore.
But hunger is the best seasoning—even that tasted good now.
Moments later, once his belly was full, Jeppy finally turned his attention to the “Little Master.”
“Kkyuuing~ Kkyuuing~”
Now feeling relaxed, Jeppy approached his Master and rubbed against her affectionately.
Although weasels are usually difficult to domesticate, Jeppy was an exception, possessing intelligence great enough to even manipulate Magic Energy with precision.
He understood:
There were many humans stronger than him.
If he listened well to the one who fed him, he’d be rewarded with delicious food.
And so on…
Because Jeppy understood these facts intellectually, he always bowed his head to the Masters who fed him, anytime, anywhere.
In this way, Jeppy displayed behavior truly fitting the phrase “domesticated.”
So, in stark contrast to the terrifying creature that had just devoured a man—
Right now, Jeppy looked more like a puppy, nuzzling and showing affection.
Watching this adorable creature,
Jeppy’s Little Master—
Ambasha, smiled proudly and slowly reached out her small hand, gently stroking Jeppy’s head with practiced ease.
Feeding him, and petting him in a way that was hard to describe but felt incredibly pleasant—
Right by her side, Jeppy wagged his tail happily, letting out joyful little cries.
Meanwhile…
“Hmm…”
Now fully a lovable pet,
As she petted Jeppy’s soft fur and enjoyed the sensation, Ambasha fell into thought for a moment.
Though small and adorable in appearance, Jeppy was currently ranked a 7th Rank Warrior.
In terms of actual combat power, he was strong enough to overpower even Magellan, who was an 8th Rank Warrior.
Only someone like Franklin could suppress him by force.
And now—
If the information extracted from that bastard—who had just become Jeppy’s meal—was true…
And considering the strongest person on this ship was just a 7th Rank Warrior…
Then realistically speaking, there was no one aboard who could overpower Jeppy…
Or Ambasha, who could control Jeppy.
Which means—
“Fufufu…”
***
“…”
“Sob… I-I’m sorry… I’m truly… truly sorry…”
“It was our mistake. Please punish us.”
“We’ve committed an unforgivable sin. I… I should’ve been more careful…”
Franklin and the members of her culinary team were on their knees, weeping as they apologized.
I remained silent for a moment, suppressing my emotions,
Then spoke to them in a calm voice.
“…All of you, rise.”
“B-but…”
“This wasn’t your fault. It was my own mistake for not being more cautious while thinking we had the upper hand.”
“Kuh…”
“C-Captain…”
With tears in their eyes, they bowed their heads even lower.
Once more, I issued a serious command.
“Stand up at once. Regrettably, we don’t even have the time to dwell in regret. We must come up with a way to bring Ambasha back.”
“Hic… Y-yes.”
“U-understood, Captain…”
And thus, they barely managed to pull themselves together and began to recover their composure.
However, aside from calming the children in front of me,
I couldn’t deny that the current situation was extremely serious.
Ambasha had been taken away by the people of the Franz Kingdom.
Of all the countries, it had to be that one—the most dangerous place, and the one with the highest likelihood of having a Transmigrant.
To make matters worse, the ship that kidnapped her was a small light vessel.
More than half a day had already passed, and with the ocean currents and wind favoring them, it was impossible for us to catch up now.
Even if we set out right this moment, by the time we reached anywhere near them, they would already have arrived at Marenseu Port.
I’d prefer to handle this at sea, but at this point, that’s absolutely impossible. In that case…
With things as they were, only one option remained.
We had to crawl onto land and bring her back ourselves.
Right after making that judgment,
I summoned the people most necessary for this situation.
“Bring up the Franz Kingdom prisoners locked in the brig. And contact Arcroyal Warspite to come here.”
“Yes, Pirate King.”
The pirates immediately moved according to my orders.
Watching them, I was finally able to cast away the last lingering hesitation in my heart.
Up to now, whenever the opportunity arose, I had done my best to avoid getting involved with land-based affairs.
But things had come too far for choices to matter anymore, and I didn’t want to hesitate either.
Of all things, if someone touched my people—
That was something I would never forgive.
That had been my ironclad rule since the days when I was just a lowly Pirate.
And now, those bastards had laid their hands on my beloved daughter.
Not once, but twice.
And now, they had gone as far as outright kidnapping her.
Letting them go?
That was something I could never allow.
I’ll wipe them all out… That bastard Duke Oaklean, whoever’s in front or behind him—every last one of them!
With that, I burned with sincere rage and solidified my murderous intent.
Thinking of our poor, fragile Ambasha, who was surely suffering even now as a prisoner…
***
“What? He still hasn’t come back?”
“No, it’s been over two hours now and still no sign of him.”
Montfort had failed to appear, despite being ordered to attend the squad meeting.
His direct superior, and Vice Admiral Pierre’s adjutant, Mingoshe, scowled and said,
“Seriously… What the hell is that Montfort guy doing, ignoring a direct order from his superior? And even the guy I sent to check hasn’t come back. Don’t tell me those idiots are hiding somewhere doing something sketchy?”
“Well… I’m not sure either. But personally, Montfort’s behavior has been a little odd since that prisoner was brought in…”
“Really? …That so?”
Montfort, who for some reason had volunteered for the annoying role of guard this time.
While it was possible that he might pull something shady, the Commander-in-Chief had clearly ordered that the prisoner be “well managed,” so Mingoshe had thought Montfort wouldn’t take things too far.
But now—
With Montfort ignoring the call to assemble, and even the runner failing to return, Mingoshe suddenly began to feel uneasy.
“Wait… No way, those bastards—”
“Sir?”
“This won’t do. I’ll go check myself. Stay here and wait.”
“Ah… Yes, understood.”
Filled with growing concern, Mingoshe hurried toward the prison.
A little roughing up wasn’t a big issue—Healing Magic could fix that easily.
But something more serious…
Like death or rape—something irreparable—
Given the current situation, already at rock bottom after losing the fleet,
That would be like cutting our own lifeline.
I thought even that idiot would understand that… Damn it. Was I too complacent?
Hoping desperately that nothing had gone wrong, Mingoshe arrived at the lowest prison block.
Then—
“! Wh-What is this…?”
As he descended the stairs, the heavy scent of blood hit him.
Mingoshe’s pace quickened.
“Damn it! Don’t tell me—!”
He rushed down to the lower level and swung the cell door wide open.
But then—
What appeared before him left Mingoshe speechless.
There was no corpse of a “dead prisoner” as he had feared.
Only the corpses of Montfort and the subordinate who had gone to check.
And in front of those corpses, facing away—
Was the very “prisoner” Mingoshe had been so worried about.
Turning slowly toward him, that prisoner flashed a deep smile.
“Ah~~ Fresh meat again…”
“!”
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