In the dangerous waters north of Drakkur, a beautiful woman with pale red hair stood on the deck of a destroyer currently engaged with a demon empire behemoth-class warship.
"Load the anti-magic shells! Form a defensive barrier to the port side!" Verena is wearing a leather tunic and pants tucked into her black boots, without resemblance to the spoilt princess from several months ago.
She looked like a swashbuckling pirate, her short red hair fluttering differently from her sister. It felt closer to rose pink. "Oi you damn fuckers! Don't be holding back while the enemy is preparing to ram your arses!" Her words became foul, yet the knights serving on her ship didn't look displeased; instead followed her orders.
"YES, MA'AM!" They shouted in unison, the defensive barrier forming, while a moment later, a dozen shells from the enemy behemoth-class ship created from the carcass of a Disaster-class Phantasm Behemoth from the Demon Empire.
