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A chain and a collar can imprison a nobleman, but what could entrap a devil?
Only the innocence of a fallen angel.
Once upon a time, there was...
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∞ Ace's POV ∞
I stared in marvel. Fucking hells, Nyx really stood up to Agenor in a way that I've never seen anyone do before and survived. I was genuinely concerned for his safety. Even I couldn't risk going against Agenor's will.
As I reminisced about the injuries Nyx inflicted on those individuals, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. The stab to the thigh was particularly impressive. Although I secretly wished he had gone for the groin, I suppose progress is made one step at a time.
Looking at Agenor, I could almost detect regret and pain in his gaze as he observed the exhausted Nyx on the floor. I wanted to seize the opportunity and remove the unconscious and wounded idiots, fearing that Agenor might mount their heads on the bowsprit.
However, Martina, despite her strength, crowds with idiots and fuckers. Unfortunately, one of them chose this unfortunate evening to push through the crowd and walk towards the center of the deck. I knew exactly what he was about to peddle; Amos's intentions were never a secret to Agenor.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at what we've become," Amos exclaimed in revolt.
"Aye, three wagers in a single day!" Pin, the enthusiastic gambler, interjected with excitement. "Some days all we get is a piece of a rotten apple, but today... it's a bloody jackpot!"
"Aye, but is this a good thing? From what I see, we have far too many problems on Martina, and someone wise needs to address them," Amos continued, voicing his concerns.
"What the hell are you going on about, Amos? Spit it out clearly; we don't have all day!" Baril snapped, eager to conclude the scene and return to his altercation with Tren. Surprisingly, Agenor remained silent on the matter... perhaps Nyx's presence played a role in that.
"Aye, let's wrap this thing so Baril can get back to his thing, and we can have dinner on time!" Armpit chimed in, only to be elbowed by J, signaling him to be quiet.
"What I'm saying is that when the crew faces problems, it's because they're not being properly cared for. My friends, I sense that you're not truly happy, are you?"
"What's all this talk about 'happiness', Amos? are you turning into a courtesan? Spreading joy, are we?" Maren sarcastically called out from above, and laughter erupted. I had to admit, that monkey... just sometimes, has a sense of humor.
Then Armpit chimed in, rambling, "I'll be happy once I've had something to eat."
Rod, Amos's accomplice, shouted from somewhere in the crowd, "Aye! We're not good, we need a better captain!"
"My friends, most of you have known me for over four years, and you know how many times I've assisted you in-"
"Gods! Please, Amos, get on with it!" Nash interrupted, his plea dripping with sarcasm.
