Chapter 557
"The doldrums. Just the name sounds terrifying. You’d be stuck in the middle of the ocean, left to die."
At the voice piercing his ears, Sanford regained consciousness. Not opening his eyes or moving immediately was a half-instinctive choice. Of course, it was also due to the throbbing pain in his face and left arm, and the unfamiliar woman's voice he had just heard.
"The Southern seas of the continent are interesting, but what’s more surprising is that the entire fleet decided to follow the Black Wall."
Another woman’s voice followed, carrying a strange familiarity. In an instant, memories from before he lost consciousness flooded Sanford’s mind: the chaotic gambling den, the searing pain in his left arm, the suffocating pressure that bound him, the sensation of being hurled through the air, a massive palm filling his vision—and beyond it all, those terrifying eyes.
"Back then, I don’t think it was even known that the Black Wall formed a giant curve."
Sanford finally realized the identity of the voice that had just spoken. The masked attendant had been gleefully beating up the thugs. Overshadowed only by that monstrous knight, she was just as inhuman in her own way.
Dragged into their den, then. Damn it.
While cursing inwardly, Sanford remained motionless and checked his condition first. His face felt swollen. Breathing was difficult, and he had lost a tooth. From the feel of his tongue, it seemed to have been pulled out cleanly.
He was tied to the chair he was sitting on, his whole body bound tightly with a stiff rope. At least his left arm was outside the ropes, but it was still immobilized. It seemed to be splinted and heavily bandaged.
Ugh, fuck!
Sanford barely swallowed the groan that threatened to escape his lips from the pain he felt with just a slight movement.
"Maybe they thought if they just kept going, the Wall would eventually end."