Kieran snugly laid on his bed and didn't even care about opening his eyes again.
'Is he…really sleeping? Like, for real..? In this situation?'
What's with all these crazy bastards?
Are all Heroes like this these days?
Krappa groaned and staggered out of the room to check the situation.
Outside the cabin, on the deck, there was absolute chaos.
Passengers who were doing all kinds of things to save their lives, sailors who were shouting, asking the others to stay still if they wanted to live, and even the captain who was shouting and giving orders in the meanwhile.
And at the heart of it all, was a great storm.
A whining passenger was pulled away in the strong cyclone, and the ship shook in the waves.
"…Should I just leave?"
If he spreads his wings and flies away now, then maybe he will have a chance to survive. Though that thought passed in his mind, Krappa shook his head.
If he did that, he will be disobeying his master's orders.
