Volume 4 Chapter 68 The Enemy Is The Pirates
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
We spotted a suspicious sailing ship just off the shore.
Its sail had a skull symbol drawn on it.
No doubt about it—that’s a pirate ship.
The wind was quiet, but the tension on our deck was loud.
The sea glistened like glass under the sun, but that black-sailed vessel spoiled the calm like a curse.
So, what should we do? Fight? Can we win? We should be able to.
I don’t know how dangerous pirates are in this world, but they don’t seem as tough as the skeleton pirate crew we faced on the dungeon’s 5th Floor.
Those guys were just regular humans, not monsters.
Even back then, the air was thick with danger, but we made it through.
These ones? They still had flesh on their bones.
That alone made them feel less frightening.
With our ship and my companions’ strength, there’s no real chance of losing. I’m sure of it.
Of course, there’s no reason to start a fight for no reason.
But taking on pirates does sound interesting.
Especially now. We’ve grown stronger. We’ve been tested.
And this sea—this lawless stretch between kingdoms—was the kind of place where heroes carved their names into the waves.
Still, do pirates really use skull symbols? If you’re so bold about showing off, the military will target you, civilians will run, and there’s no clear benefit to it.
It was like announcing, *”Hey world, we kill for fun!”* Not very smart… unless they thought fear alone could win every fight.
Or maybe they were just that arrogant.
”It looks like they’re fighting over something.”
Lifia reported as I looked through the telescope.
Her voice was quiet, calm, but sharp—like the wind before a storm.
Pirates might fight among themselves, but there’s only one ship out there.
Who are they fighting? A mutiny? That’s a common image for pirates.
But mutinies usually don’t happen in broad daylight.
Something was off.
While I was thinking, several people on the ship started struggling fiercely.
In the middle of it, one shadowed figure went over the edge of the ship and fell.
A dark shape, like a doll tossed aside.
A splash of water erupted.
Jumping into the sea from that height seems insane.
Even if you’re a good swimmer, it’s dangerous.
What’s more, the figure was small—a child or maybe a petite woman.
At least, it wasn’t an adult man.
The splash rang out like a bell—warning us.
The person sank, limbs flailing. My chest tightened.
”Master, that person isn’t a pirate!”
Lifia shouted.
Her eyes glowed faintly.
Spirit Magic. She’d seen something. Felt something.
What!? She must have read the fallen person’s emotions with Spirit Magic.
If they’re not a pirate, did the pirates throw a regular person overboard? If that’s the case, there’s no time to hesitate.
In that moment, we all understood.
A line had been crossed.
”Hurry!”
”Yes! Mooluum, please!”
Lifia activated wind magic.
The sails were set, and our ship began to speed up.
But we’re still far away. Will we make it in time?
The mast groaned as the canvas snapped tight.
We surged forward like a beast uncaged.
”Demon sardine-chan, please!”
Tifi shouted.
The demon sardines circling her started heading straight toward the fallen figure.
These monsters, controlled by Tifi, could fly through the air like they were swimming.
They were much faster than our ship.
They glided low over the waves, their tiny glowing eyes locked on the target.
Even monsters have hearts, it seems—at least when Tifi commands them.
The ones heading for the rescue were a few that usually hid under Tifi’s skirt.
They couldn’t lift a person on their own, but they were enough to act like a life buoy and prevent drowning.
As expected of Tifi—her judgment was quick.
She may look clumsy, but when it counts, she moves like lightning.
Her skirt fluttered as if cheering her on.
They reached the rescue target.
The pirate ship was right in front of us.
On its deck, several men stood, their faces showing astonishment as they stared at our ship.
They must have been shocked by how fast we appeared.
Our ship cut across the sea like an arrow.
They probably thought we were some wandering merchants. Wrong guess.
”W-What the hell are you guys!?”
Someone yelled in confusion. His voice cracked like an old rope. His hands trembled.
But right now, there was no time to deal with them.
The rescue must come first.
”Rozmiaque, please!”
”Understood.”
Rozmiaque stepped forward and stretched out his arm.
From his palm, green vines started to stretch out.
They writhed like living creatures, wrapping around the person floating in the sea.
The vines pulled back, and the small body was lifted onto our ship’s deck.
The air shimmered with the scent of fresh leaves.
Life magic—gentle, but unbreakable.
I immediately caught her.
”Ugh, ah…”
The small body was soaking wet and cold, and she seemed to be losing consciousness.
She was as light as a feather, like holding a memory that might fade any second.
”W-What the…!”
My chest filled with surprise and anger.
Rage clawed at my ribs.
The girl’s hands were tied behind her back.
The ropes were tight, and red marks were visible on her wrists.
Did they throw her into the sea like this? It was clear they meant to kill her.
Not pirates—murderers.
From deep within my chest, a boiling anger started to surge.
”Y-You bastards, what the hell are you doing!? That’s our prey!”
The pirates finally yelled at us.
I raised my face at their voice and turned my gaze toward them.
Prey? What does that mean? What are they talking about after they threw her overboard? I don’t understand.
But one thing is clear—they are not the kind of people who can be left unchecked.
Their eyes were wild, greedy.
Like they still thought they could claim something.
Not today.
”Everyone,”
I called out, holding the unconscious girl in my arms.
They all nodded in response.
No hesitation. Not even a pause.
”Subdue them.”
No need for complicated words.
Everyone’s thoughts were united.
Justice, swift and sharp.
”Yes!”
”Understood!”
”Got it!”
”Yes, lord!”
The battle began.
Lifia’s chant echoed, and the wind spirit responded.
A gust swept the pirates off their feet, sending them tumbling across the deck.
They didn’t even have time to grip their weapons.
Yomi raised her spellbook and recited a spell.
Beams of light shot from her palms, piercing the pirates.
They screamed as the holy energy burned away their courage.
Rozmiaque swung his arm, and countless vines sprouted from the ship’s edge, forming a bridge to the enemy vessel.
Nature itself joined our side.
”Let’s go!”
Kéa roared and dashed across the vine bridge.
After running a distance, she leaped and landed on the enemy ship.
Steel rang as her blade met bone and blade.
She slashed at the pirates.
Behind her, several Brownie sailors followed, boarding the enemy ship.
The fairies were armed with knives and forks—room service cutlery, perfectly sized for their small hands.
Don’t laugh. They’ve gutted rats bigger than your head.
The pirates, though chaotic, fought back.
Some wielded scimitars, others nocked arrows, and a few even brought out magic and matchlock guns.
But our allies didn’t flinch.
This wasn’t just a battle—it was a warning.
No one hurts the innocent on our seas and gets away with it.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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