Today a small sailboat enshrouded in an ethereal purple haze entered the sea boundary line of the All Devil Continent.
A pale middle-aged man with handsome features and slim stature was sitting cross-legged on the small sailboat as his long white hair swayed in cold winds, and his cold eyes filled with vicissitudes of life were staring at the outline of dark lands.
"Who could've thought it would be so easy to approach the All Devil Continent." A melancholic old raspy voice rang in his head, filled with spectacle.
"We should thank the little swindler for this, I guess." Another raspy voice sounded with a hint of hate.
