Chapter 139. Taking a Detour
The first rays of morning sun filtered through the sails, casting a golden glow across the deck of Tyler’s ship. As the crew stirred to life, Astrid, with her angelic heritage, stepped forward to tend to the sailor who had fallen under Isadora’s charm the previous night. Drawing upon her light element, she gently laid her hands on the man, channelling her healing energy into his frail body. The process left her feeling drained, and she gratefully accepted a glass of juice from Darla, who had appeared at her side.
As the sailor’s eyes fluttered open, he looked around in confusion. "What happened?" he asked, his voice weak but coherent.
"You had a little run-in with a powerful seductress," Tyler explained, keeping his tone light yet probing. "What did she ask you?"
The sailor shook his head, a stubborn refusal in his eyes. Despite being physically healed, it was evident he was still mentally under Isadora’s influence.
"Looks like he’s just physically healed. Mentally, he’s still charmed," Lily observed, her gaze sharp and thoughtful.
"Should I use my fist to make him confess?" Tyler suggested, red scales appeared on his hand.
"Wait... I think she has an idea," Lily replied, using her voice transmission to communicate privately with Tyler.
Tyler understood that she is talking about her Defective personality. Her personality changes in an instant.
Lily’s demeanour shifted abruptly, her tone becoming softer and more vulnerable. "Oh no... If we don’t know what the intruder’s motive is, we won’t be able to catch her. I was thinking of luring her using bait and maybe marrying her to one of our sailors."
The sailor’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, his resistance crumbling. "She’s looking for Astrid," he blurted out. "As long as we trade Astrid for her—"
"Alright... shut up," Tyler interrupted, swiftly shoving a pearl into the sailor’s mouth to silence him. "Situ, lock him up. We’ll release him once he’s fully recovered."