Hill sat silently on board the white sailboat, and as soon as he settled into the cabin, the members of the Undead Tribe who had accepted the mission began to hop onto the deck.
Hill divided the cabin into two parts, leaving the larger half for them.
Once Srei confirmed the Earl's location, he began to ascend slowly.
Under the twilight sun, the little white boat, tinted with the colors of the sunset, flew briskly toward the North.
Hill listened helplessly as the Undead Tribe outside chattered about the Earl's death.
"How did Hill's crappy dad suddenly kick the bucket?"
"It seemed like he had a premonition. He just issued a task yesterday to learn about his crappy dad's current situation."
"That idiot brother Manton, didn't he use to keep in touch with him?"
"Charles has established his own territory, probably too busy for that now. And if I remember correctly, during that time, he seemed to have been promoted to Grand Knight and didn't need to rely on Hill anymore, right?"
