"A good person?" Owen's smile faded from his face as his voice grew louder. "Should a good person let themselves be deceived?"
"No, sir," Morton felt an inexplicable surge of pressure, as if a towering wave from the deep sea was crashing down upon him, casting a terrifying shadow over him.
"Go on," Owen said, his gaze shifting away from Morton to the vast expanse of the Gosa Waters.
"Yes, sir." Morton didn't realize when his back had become soaked with sweat, as it kept breaking out incessantly.
"I am the second son of the Sebastin family from the Deepsea Trade Association. Our journey into the Gosa Waters was indeed for the purpose of transporting goods."
Morton watched Owen's expression, feeling as if his heart was being tightly clenched.
Half of Owen's face was shrouded in darkness, while the other half was illuminated by the light, creating an oppressive interplay of light and shadow.
