Marcus let out a gleeful chuckle.
"Haha, so they're getting all their wealth stolen? Serves them right after the vile things they've done!"
BOOM!
A massive cannonball soared through the air and crashed into a cargo ship belonging to the Holy See of the Glorious Kingdom.
Achilleus, the ship's captain and illegitimate son of a high-ranking clergyman, clenched his teeth in fury.
"Damn it! How the hell are those bastards firing cannons from that far away?"
In a rage, he whipped his lash in all directions. Slaves, stripped to the waist and rowing the oars, screamed and scrambled to avoid the lash.
The ship's third officer—and its only educated crew member—Johanneus, cautiously spoke up. He had been with Achilleus long enough to know his temperament well.
"It appears that all the ships from the Kingdom that have gone missing in these waters were attacked in the same manner."
Achilleus's face darkened.
"What? You're saying they didn't just sink by accident?"
