Ten days later.
Across the distance, a huge ferry was being chased by another smaller ship. The large ferry was a hundred meters long, while the smaller ship appeared to be sixty meters in length.
The small ship launched ropes onto the larger ship and immobilized it.
The people in the smaller ship wore patchwork clothes and were quick to move. They shouted their war cries and glided along the ropes to board the ship. They were holding simple weapons as they launched their attacks.
"Hmm? Pirates?"
Grimm was standing in mid air as he looked at the chaotic scene on the deck. His eyes were fixed on a female knight.
The knight wore a helmet and was fully clad in silver armor. She was carrying a long sword and was faltering under the attacks of three excited pirates. Still, she clenched her teeth, not willing to give up. There was a mole at the corner of her lips.
For Grimm, this was the perfect image of a wife when he was still young.
