"Damn it, I wonder if boss Patrick has properly tormented those damned little thieves from last night!"
...
Listening to the excited voices of his companions nearby, Delion felt an inexplicable sense of unease growing within him.
Watching the Hurricane approaching rapidly with sails hoisted, he could no longer suppress his instinctive urge to leave and turned to go.
"Mr. Delion, where are you off to?"
Manager Lais watched him with a smile that seemed like a kind reminder:
"The Hurricane is back, aren't you waiting to greet your captain?"
"Heh, I suddenly remembered I forgot something in the tavern last night, so I'm hurrying back to get it. Otherwise, if I delay boss Patrick's time, I'll be in big trouble."
"Is that so?"
With that, Lais stopped obstructing Delion and watched his hurried figure, signaling to his subordinates beside him with a look.
The subordinates immediately caught on and followed closely behind.
