"You said that you have come to me for assistance... what do you need from me, Prince Bael?" Emerson asked while staring at Rion.
'Hmm? He agreed too quickly for someone who is the duke of Neptuma... is he planning something?' Rion wondered as he displayed a smile and said, "I want a ship to the veiled islands."
Hearing his request, Emerson's face turned somber, and he mumbled, "That..."
Sensing Emerson's distress, Rion knit his brows together and asked, "What's wrong?"
Emerson heaved a deep sigh. "I do not think I can assist you..."
'What?' Rion frowned. "Why not?"
"It is not that I do not want to but I cannot... none of the ships want to go to the veiled islands because of how fruitless a journey it is," Emerson explained.
Just as the word pirate reached Emerson's ears, he tore his gaze towards Zaelyane and asked with narrowed eyes, "What about them?"
