[Donald's Perspective]
What was somewhat unexpected was that there weren't too many werewolves guarding the cargo ship of the Far Voyage, as from the moment we boarded the ship until now, having saved the hostages and left, we encountered no particularly thorny guards along the way, and Christian didn't even get a chance to act.
Taking advantage of the darkness before dawn, I led the assault team's Lycans in a smooth withdrawal, while Gino held his miniature submachine gun, looking back regretfully with every step, as if he was not ready to leave and wanted more from this rescue operation.
"Are we really just retreating like this? The way Ruth looked when she broke down didn't seem like she was lying, maybe Margaret really is in Color-pennant Town, we just don't know where exactly!"
