"Since Argongos is dead, will that part of its malevolent nature disappear too?"
"It's that boy called Aitar."
After calming down a bit, Rogel asked again.
Originally, he thought that Doyle, who possessed a large amount of Argongos's memories, would know this matter better.
But Doyle frowned, then shook his head, "Maybe, after all, in the end, they are one."
Doyle also wasn't too sure as Argongos's memories regarding this were somewhat vague.
This made Rogel sigh slightly.
...
"...Hoo!"
On a very dilapidated pirate ship in the sea.
In the captain's cabin, a young man, hair disheveled and body covered in filth, woke up abruptly from a dream holding a butcher's knife.
However, upon waking up, he couldn't help but frown, a look of confusion in his eyes.
...
An unknown sea area.
A ship docked at the port.
The ship looked quite strange, its hull covered with barnacles, seaweed, and barnacles, appearing like a sunken ship just dredged from the deep sea.
