"I'd like to meet that individual. Could you lead the way?"
Just as Irene pulled out her weapon, preparing to deal with the Seaborn whose coat still vaguely showed the style of Old Iberia, Kanna-chan beside her suddenly spoke.
To Irene's astonishment, that Seaborn actually nodded at Kanna-chan, then ran further into the ship.
Before the little bird could even ask, she saw Kanna-chan push off with her calf and chase after it. "What are you standing around for? Come on!"
The two of them pursued the Seaborn without stopping, passing through curtain after curtain, heading into the depths of the ship's cabins.
"Where are we going?" Irene asked, out of breath, as they ran.
"I don't know, but judging by the direction, our target should be the center of this battleship." This speed was barely a casual stroll for Kanna-chan, let alone her usual jog, so she had plenty of time to observe everything inside this large ship.
The Seaborn in front continued to run deeper into the ship's cabins, but its direction was very purposeful, and its movements showed no trace of panic.
According to Kanna-chan's memory, the end of this path was the throne room of the Fools Ship's captain.
After opening another door, Kanna-chan saw Skadi and Specter chatting not far away. The floor beneath their feet was covered with Seaborn corpses, clearly indicating that these Seaborn traps had ultimately become their own graves.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, both of them simultaneously looked over. Upon seeing Kanna-chan and Irene chasing that strange Seaborn into the room, they waved towards them.
"Need help?" Specter asked elegantly, raising the chainsaw in her hand.
"It never made an offensive move... not once..." Irene said after running into the room.
"A one-sided battle is not a perfect dance..."
"That only proves it's not an excellent dance partner..."
Even though this Seaborn had no desire to attack, and the Abyssal Hunters were complaining about its behavior, their movements showed no hesitation.
The greatsword and chainsaw whirred, making a sharp, whistling sound as they cut through the air.
However, just like on the deck, this attack did not kill the Seaborn. It twisted its body, dodging the two's encirclement with incredibly strange movements, and jumped onto a nearby high platform, suffering only a slight injury.
Just as the two were about to give chase, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from the high platform. They immediately retreated to a safe area, vigilantly looking at the high platform. A series of melodious chimes echoed in the not-so-spacious room.
"Who dares to defile my 'Iberia'? Where did these impudent intruders come from?"
Looking in the direction of the voice, the group finally realized there was a massive throne there.
Kanna-chan stroked her chin in thought. She didn't care whether the Fools Ship was destroyed or survived, but this magnificent throne had caught her attention.
The owner of the throne had already reached the end of their path. Instead of letting such a magnificent item be buried in the dust of history, it would be better to make good use of it.
Her little donkey, revered as the "Demon King" by the Sarkaz, didn't seem to have a throne that matched her status. Although this golden throne, likely made of gold, didn't look as imposing as the Iron Throne, or as "demonic," it probably wouldn't be much different from the daily seat of the Yan Imperial Palace. The key was that one look told you the owner of this throne was incredibly "rich."
Thinking this, Kanna-chan made up her mind. It was a rare trip out to sea, coming to this Stultifera Navis. If she returned empty-handed, wouldn't it be a huge loss? Anyway, this throne would eventually sink with the ship, so instead of letting it sink to the bottom of the sea to be a bed for some Seaborn, it was better to just take it... This wasn't petty theft; it was merely cutting her losses in time.
Just as Kanna-chan was thinking about how to secretly take this throne away, the person on the throne had already walked down step by step.
The smell of the sea coming from the other party reminded them that this was a giant Seaborn.
"Why... did you step... onto... my ship! Cough, cough..."
Under the light of Irene's raised lantern, the other party's face appeared before everyone.
"Cough, cough... Answer me, answer, great, Alfonso, what are you here for? Why did you break the silence and come looking for this 'my Iberia' that has been untouched for decades!"
It must be admitted that from the moment he appeared, the aura he exuded was terrifying. In Kanna-chan's memory, only Talulah, when they first met, had such a powerful presence.
One must remember that at that time, Talulah had nearly occupied an entire Chernobog with Reunion Movement, and her momentum was at its peak. Yet, the person they faced now was an "elder" who had been eroded by the Seaborn for decades and was on the verge of death.
He turned and looked at the stunned group below, then at Irene. "You start answering, Old Iberian."
Irene's face was filled with disbelief at this moment. Such a long time was enough for her to recall the face she had seen in scriptures and books. Having thoroughly studied history, she was also very clear about the name the other party claimed.
Alfonso, the greatest captain of Iberia, but in the books, he was already over fifty years old. The person in front of her, however, looked no older than forty, in the prime of a person's life.
"Impossible, you cannot be the captain of this ship, monster! Captain Alfonso was already over fifty years old sixty years ago. Look at yourself, you are even younger than the hero of that time."
Irene gathered her courage and held her lantern high. "Drop your disguise, Seaborn. The heroes of Iberia must not be defiled."
Hearing Irene's words, the entire room suddenly fell silent. Everyone could feel how strange and mocking the other party's gaze was towards Irene.
The Seaborn that had jumped to Alfonso's side stared at Irene for a while, then turned its head away disdainfully, gently rubbing Alfonso's arm, which looked like a monster's.
"'Seaborn,' tsk, a disgusting term. Old Iberian, tell me your name."
"Irene, Inquisitor of Iberia. 'Old Iberia,' I will not allow you to defile the honor of Iberia. I will..." Irene raised her lantern high to express her dissatisfaction and protest against the other party's address.
However, before she could finish, she heard Alfonso opposite her let out a roar.
"How dare you speak to me in such a tone!" Alfonso took a step forward, and everyone felt as if the entire hall trembled.
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