"To think that such filth would appear so close to the shipping lane. What has the Island Steward been doing all this time? What's that, all the Island Stewards are dead? Well then, that's no issue."
A young and promising-looking man complained, and someone at his side whispered a few words in his ear before he waved his hand dismissively, then turned to look at a man and a woman standing in front of him.
"Lady Priestess, it is our negligence that has caused you trouble."
Immediately, the man put on a pleasing smile and spoke to the woman who had donned a red and white witch costume.
"Having come this far, I presume certain individuals would no longer have the courage to make a move."
The woman, Amber, said indifferently.
