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"There's definitely something strange."

"There might be a traitor in the Navy too. So if we move recklessly, Billy Gut will just end up hiding."

"If you decide to stay in hiding, you won't be able to find it until the end of the vacation period."

The archipelago spread across the South Sea was a perfect natural fortress. Most pirate ships were small and fast, so they could easily squeeze between islands.

Since they knew the waterways much better than the Navy, it was nearly impossible to eliminate their base.

So, they only catch and kill pirates who come out to the wide sea.

"I wondered why someone who was a member of the noble Giovanni faction was so flustered. So that was the problem."

"Then there is only one way left."

"What is it?"

"We're going straight to their base."

Cordell McNeil looked puzzled.

It was as if he were questioning everything he had been hearing all along.

Abel shrugged his shoulders with a sly smile.

"It's not that difficult, is it?"

"You're not having any problems with your comprehension, are you?"

"Oh my! Do you cross the line often?"

"No, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I was just saying that because I was worried about you, Your Majesty. Haha!"

"I think you are the one who lacks understanding, Sir McNeil. How do pirates usually make money?"

"Well, selling looted goods or enslaving innocent people… … Huh? No way?"

Cordell opened his mouth wide and shook his head sharply.

"I don't like it. I've heard stories of people being taken by pirates, and it's disgusting."

"Are you afraid of maggots so much that you can't make kimchi?"

"What are you talking about!"

"There's a saying that goes something like this: stop shaking and follow me."

"I told you that if you really go there, you'll get sick."

"You didn't get sick even after eating raw fish. You'll be fine."

Cordell McNeil, stretching out his legs like a child throwing a tantrum, refused to budge.

Abel walked on without paying any attention. Then, Cordell, whose wrist was grabbed, had no choice but to be dragged along.

To begin with, Abel's physical strength was several times greater than Cordell's.

Oh, but Cordell was so stubborn. In this case, Abel had no choice but to offer a carrot instead of a whip.

"If you don't talk nonsense and have a nice trip, I'll slice you two plates of raw fish."

"You can just eat that fish by cutting it yourself. A knight is good at handling any kind of raw fish."

"If you handle it wrong, it will have a terrible fishy smell, and on top of that, you won't even get salty soy sauce."

"… … ."

Eventually, Cordell McNeil had no choice but to keep his whining mouth shut.

Abel thought to himself, I guess this guy needs to be put in chains somehow.

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Cordell McNeil and Abel disguised themselves as porters on the Schultz merchant ship.

"Maybe it's because it's been so long since I've been out peddling, but everyone looks nervous."

"That's impossible. His Majesty the Duke is on the ship, and he knows that I'm being taken away on purpose."

"Aha!"

Abel felt like it was a bit awkward for no reason, so he sent all the employees down.

Then, they really only left the bare minimum number of people on board.

They weren't ordinary laborers but knights of the Schultz family.

If we do this, won't they be afraid, even though they know they're being made into slaves on purpose?

As expected, these people were different.

"It's even stranger. They're sailors, but they don't know how to sail a boat."

"Wow, this isn't easy."

"How about just taking a quick peek at the weeds?"

After selecting the people who were absolutely necessary to operate the merchant ship, they began receiving close one-on-one training.

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As expected, Abel took on the role of captain.

If someone saw it, they might say that he was taking it easy, but in reality, that wasn't the case.

Abel had to learn a lot more because he needed to oversee everything that happened on the ship.

"You need to know how things work before you can give orders," he muttered.

"Your Majesty, you are doing such a thing, so it is a bit too much to nitpick… … ."

"I guess I can't help but notice."

"Because you are well-versed in all areas, your judgments are very accurate."

"If you all have time to talk, get moving quickly. Do you want to be nagged like Sir McNeil?"

"Ahem, ahem!"

The knights who had been gossiping in the corner hurriedly dispersed at Abel's warning.

In fact, Abel knew full well that they were using tricks.

But he didn't necessarily point it out.

Originally, this kind of thing was handled by setting a good example.

"I told you not to spread the sails so quickly. If they tear, will Mr. Cordell bite you?"

"It's better to spread it all out at once."

"Huh? That's true, but… … No, what are you talking about? Stand still for 30 minutes with your forehead against the mast. That's the punishment."

"Huh? I'm not a child. How can I just stand there and stare at the wall?"
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"Then do your job properly."

"Ugh."

"What is that habit you have for talking to the captain?"

"Hing. But what is a mast?"

"Sail mast. Please study. You don't know the basics, so add 30 minutes."

"Wow! This is tyranny!"

"It's noisy."

Knock knock!

As soon as Abel struck the mound with his baton, Cordell McNeil finally moved in a hurry.

It seemed like the area that was hit was more painful than expected.

Well, that couldn't be helped.

They all trained with their tops off, imitating sailors.

In fact, they had to wear minimal clothing because they were constantly getting wet in the sea water, and it was so hot.

Of course, Abel wore a red coat with a black triangular hat.

As he was doing this, he somehow felt like he should walk gracefully across the deck.

It feels like I'm hearing a grand song like "He's a Pirate."

Bam bam! Pappabambam! Pappabambam! Pappabambam! Pappabambam!

Who would ever actually try their hand at being a captain on a medieval sailing ship?

Everyone probably only had indirect experience through movies.

Abel patted the helmsman on the shoulder and said, "Just do as you normally would."

"Yes? Yes."

A slightly trembling voice answered.

This man was a veteran sailor who worked on the Schultz.

Directly turning and operating the steering wheel required both sense and experience.

Abel had placed him there because the knights couldn't fill this role, but the man seemed quite nervous.

When it was finally time to set sail, Abel stepped on the railing with his right foot and shouted, "Raise the flag!"

"… … ."

But there was no response from the deck.

Everyone just stared at him blankly.

As they were knights who had only trained in swordsmanship and auror, they were bound to be awkward at first.

Abel had no choice but to give instructions directly to each person.

"Decksmen, hoist the anchor! Release the halyards, and lower the sails to half-mast!"

"Yes, sir!"

Only then did the knights begin to move.

Then, the helmsman, who was watching the situation, made a surprised expression.

"How do you know so much, Your Majesty?"

"I studied hard to fulfill my role properly. And from now on, you can call me captain."

"Yes, sir, I understand!"

Soon, the One Shot began to slowly move away from the dock.

The destination was the island nation of Jude, with which the Schultz Group frequently traded.

It was a voyage no different from usual.

But after several days, not only the Billygut but also other pirate ships were nowhere to be seen.

It felt like they were alone in a vast ocean.

"This can't be happening… … ."

Abel looked around with a serious expression.

But there was only a vast ocean and small islands scattered here and there.

The peaceful voyage continued.

But then, suddenly, Abel felt something strange.

Not above the sea, but under the water.

Kuhuuuuu-!

The sea water turned into a circle, and something huge rose up.

At that moment, Abel realized why he had not encountered a single ship until now.

"Oh, was it because of you?"

Its true identity was the king of the sea.

Kra… … .

"Huh? But why does it look like that?"

The being that suddenly appeared and looked down at the One Shot was not an octopus-like sea monster.

A round body with a reddish hue.

Anyone who saw it would say it looked like a parrot.

Soon, the helmsman's panicked cry was heard.

"Ugh, ugh! It's the Nautilus!"

The Nautilus's massive, crimson body loomed over the One Shot, casting a shadow so immense that it seemed to swallow the ship whole. The water churned violently around the vessel, waves crashing against the hull as the crew scrambled to keep their footing.

Abel stood firm on the deck, his red coat flapping in the salty wind. He narrowed his eyes at the monstrous figure.

"An oversized parrot masquerading as the king of the sea?" Abel muttered under his breath, gripping his baton tightly. "How amusing."