An Unexpected Stroke of Luck

Ten days later, in the western Empire.

The port city of Lost Bellemont.

“Is the ship ready?”

The man with his robe pulled low over his face nodded at Hamtal, the leader of the secret society Black Swan.

“Yes. I’ve finished negotiating with the captain of the merchant vessel. Since the immigration inspection isn’t particularly strict, he said we should be able to bring around thirty people in under assumed identities as long as we prepare the bribes for the officials properly.”

“Thirty, huh. That’s fewer than I expected, so let’s bring only the elite.”

“Understood.”

The man answered without complaint and turned to look toward the coast.

Perhaps because the weather was clear today, warm sunlight brightly illuminated the entire sea.

After admiring the various ships anchored on the water, the man spoke...