Mara, who was completely focused on steering the ship forward at full speed, suddenly sensed something was wrong. It had gotten much too quiet outside.
It was an ominous silence, chilling to the bone.
A cold sweat immediately broke out on Mara's back.
But she didn't reach for a weapon to fight back. Instead, after a moment of hesitation, she plucked the rose from her hair bun. She then pulled out the hairpin, shed her outer coat, and revealed her devilishly curvaceous figure.
Having done all this, she took a deep breath, and a perfectly faint, practiced smile graced her lips.
Combined with her delicate features, the effect was utterly bewitching.
Soon, the sound of footsteps came from outside.
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
The footsteps echoed through the silent cabin, each one a hammer blow to the heart, causing the guards and sailors to turn pale and tremble uncontrollably.
A flicker of unease crossed Mara's eyes, but the smile on her face only grew more brilliant and bewitching.
