The silver-armored priest swiftly moved through the corridors of the second-floor cabins. The ship gently rocked beneath his feet, yet his footsteps were as steady as a mountain.
First, he visited the captain's quarters and obtained a navigation logbook, then proceeded up the stairs to the upper deck.
As he stepped back on deck, the situation was as stable as when he had left. A group of priests dressed in silver robes were controlling the tied-up crew members.
All the priests turned their gaze to silver-armored priests at the same moment, waiting for orders from their leader.
It seemed like there was no battle, or if there were enemies, they were weak enough to not pose a significant threat to the silver-armored priests.
In one corner of the deck, Viscount Francis was closely watched by several silver-robed priests. His expression remained calm, even indifferent.
