Chapter 124: Aemon and Seth

Chapter 124: Aemon and Seth



A black-sailed ship was anchored near the northern shore of Kuro Island. Its black flag, with a skull that seemed to be hysterically laughing, rippled in the wind.

On the lower level of the three-masted ship, hunching behind a large wooden barrel, Seth waited nervously for the pirates to leave for the island.

However, they never did. He had already been waiting a couple of days, yet they didn't seem to be planning to go anywhere anytime soon.

'I thought they were going to participate in the gathering. What's taking so long?!' Seth anxiously thought.

He was already tired, hungry, and frustrated.

It was just a matter of time before he was discovered. He was lucky that the lower levels were infested by rats and spiders, so no one wanted to come here willingly unless absolutely necessary.

'I'll need to find out what the hell is going on up there.'

Seth left his hiding place. He crept cautiously down the lower levels, the hanging lanterns lighting up his way.

The lower level had a musty smell that made his stomach churn. It was filled with old crates, some broken furniture, and dust-covered cobwebs that hung from the ceiling.

'Here must be something I can use.'

Seth opened some barrels, then crates, and searched through the contents, hoping to find something useful. It was just old junk.

However, from his third opened crate, he found some old clothes-pirate clothes-that were either torn, blood-stained, or battle-worn.

It was exactly what he was looking for.

He quickly changed his clothes-a loose-fitting linen shirt, a richly colored vest, and knee- length breeches with leather boots-and it made him look like a true pirate, ready to set sail on the high seas.

However, the glasses on his nose were not very pirate-like. It reduced his menacing appearance.

Seth realized it and quickly removed them before pocketing them in the vest pocket.

He didn't have a weapon on him. He tossed away the tutorial's pitchfork the moment he arrived in Driftwood.

Some would think it was foolish to get rid of his only weapon, but it made him think of his rival, Adam.

He would rather be weaponless than use something given to him.

Seth found a belt in the crate. It was a loose belt, but it would have to do. He fastened it around his waist.

He steeled his expression, then crept across the lower level until he arrived at the ladder of the hatch. He climbed it up, shoving the hatch door open and emerging onto the deck of the ship.

A cold wind whipped against his face, stinging his cheeks with icy fingers. It was very early in the morning; the sun had yet to rise over the horizon, and the sky was still a dark shade of blue.

pirate.

Aemon had black hair-like night itself with handsome facial features sharp enough to cut through steel. He was dressed in an open-front vest, a billowy white shirt underneath, brown trousers, and tall black boots.

There was also a brown tricorn hat on his desk, but it was mostly unworn as he didn't like wearing hats indoors.

'He looks somewhat familiar.' Seth thought with a frown. 'But far more scary...'

Aemon's face resembled a certain face found on a coin.

"Bring me my tool," Aemon said, pointing at the spot beside the tricorn hat.

Seth stopped by the desk, placed the sun-gazing tool beside the hat, and stepped back to the door. With a bow, he planned to leave the room.

"Now, I don't remember having any new recruits." Aemon tore his gaze off the map. "Who are

you?"

Seth's heart skipped a beat. The fear creeped inside him like icy tendrils wrapping around his

chest.

"You are too weak to be an assassin," Aemon chuckled. "Who are you?"

"N-name's Seth..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Why are you in my ship, Seth?" Aemon asked, adding extra weight to the name "Seth".

"T-the Gathering..." Seth whimpered. "I-I wanted to participate in the Gathering." "Who doesn't?" Aemon laughed. "You do have balls; I give you that. Still, you're an innocent and foolish pup. A brat who doesn't know more about the world than a frog in the well."

"W-why..." Seth gulped. "Why haven't you gone to the island?"

Aemon chuckled and went to the window, opening it enough for the island to appear.

"Mercenaries are dealing with stuff on the island. Pirates are on the water, ensuring that if

there are some Blac... Chaosbeings that escape, we take care of them."

'Damn it...' Seth cursed inwardly and asked. "W-what'll you do to me?"

"No worries, we'll spend more time together," Aemon laughed and shouted. "Ed!"

The door opened, and the muscle-chested, giant of a man, Edwardius, stepped into the room.

"Take the imposter and throw him to the brig."

"Gladly." Edwardius grabbed Seth by the back of his neck, as if he were a disobedient puppy, and took him away, while Seth tried to resist the tears that welled up in his eyes. Aemon's smile froze over. He coldly looked out of the window, towards the island and all the way to the town of Kuroshima.