Chapter 846
As Ian approached, Idris, kneeling on one knee at the center of the stern deck, and Phoebe, seated beneath the rear railing, both rose at the same time.
Walking calmly between them, Ian said, "You two continue focusing on managing the artifact."
"Yes, Your Grace," Phoebe answered immediately and sat back down, shooting a sharp glare toward Idris, who hesitated.
"Yes, Demigod," Idris finally clicked his tongue and answered while dropping to one knee as well.
Ian passed without sparing him a glance, but it wasn’t difficult to guess what Idris was thinking.
Unlike Ian, there was no rope tied around Idris’s waist. Just like the beastfolk aboard the Crimson Coral Reef, he was itching for the chance to join the fight.
Bwoooo—
As expected, the idea that avoiding battle is best never even crosses their minds.
Ian continued forward, then lightly leaped onto the starboard railing. The wind howled violently, and the ship pitched beneath him, but Ian maintained his balance effortlessly. He hadn’t even secured the hook resting over his shoulder to the railing.