章節 51: Clean Up.

Stiles stood carefreely on the ship's deck, his palm rested on Marcus' head. Marcus' body was bruised, his clothing not lacking behind.

Alastros lay lifeless on the side, causing Stiles to think critically… 'I didn't land any critical blows to guarantee his sudden death. Anyway, I should focus on this one…'

Deleting those thoughts of doubt as they came from his mind, Stiles observed the face of Marcus—the person he deemed as the strongest on the ship.

He had not killed everyone on the ship, some diving into the Mist Sea while the others losing consciousness.

He had found the different reactions from different individuals amusing, deciding not to trouble them and concentrate on the big fish.

'Should I kill him? No! He should serve as a good source of information. After all, the alliance would not give up after one failed attempt, would they?'