BBYW Vol. 2 Interlude Part 8 (WN)
Interlude – Dietrich Maxwell’s Adventure
Part 8 – The White Demons Crew
The ship was sailing on the sea, raising white foam as it cut through the waves. The murmurs of the tide and cries of the sea birds blended together in a unique melody.
“…so…what exactly am I doing here?”
So I whispered to myself, as I looked down at the sea from a high place.
I had lost consciousness after that fight in the back alley, and before I realized it, I was standing in the middle of the sea.
To be more precise, I had been placed there. A thick rope tied by waist tight to the ship’s mast.
I bent my neck, the only body part barely able to move, and looked down.
“Ooh, you woke up?”
“You little…is this your doing?”
There I found a familiar white-haired woman. The monstrous woman I had just dueled to death.
The monster woman — said her name was Grace Draco Omari, if I recalled correctly.
She had changed out of her bloody white dress and was now wearing a red one, the kind a dancer would wear.
The dress openly exposed her pale skin, especially on the back and chest. Because of my position and our difference in height, when I looked down her ample cleavage was clearly visible.
My tongue clicked.
For one split second, I thought the monster before me was beautiful. For some reason, I felt like I had lost.
“So? I thought I was going to get eaten after that. Why am I still alive, monster woman?”
“Gahaha, are you so unhappy to be alive? What a difficult guy!”
Grace laughed with relish, then her eyes thinned to a slit.
“Don’t call me monster woman, like we’re strangers, though. Haven’t we bitten each other once already? The name’s Grace.”
“…fine, Grace. Let me ask again then — why am I still alive?”
I glared at her. Naturally, that monster in female form wouldn’t even flinch because of something like that: she smiled happily instead.
“Because I thought it would have been a waste to kill you like that. I like strong men, you know? And if they can be useful, I like them even more!”
“That’s right! Get ready ‘cause I’m going to work you to the bone!”
Looks like I got involved in some sort of plot.
“Draco Omari…yeah, I’ve heard that before. You want me to become a pirate?”
I jogged my memories and “Draco Omari” came up pretty quickly. It was the name of one of the most infamous wanted criminals in the Lamperouge Kingdom too.
The great pirate Draco Omari was said to have been scouring the southern seas for more than 100 years.
It was said that no one had ever seen Draco Omari in person and come back to tell the tale…who would imagine that its real identity was such a little girl?
(Maybe she inherited the name…? No…)
I recalled how Grace put her severed head back in place and shook my head.
If she was an immortal monster, it wouldn’t be strange that she lived more than 100 years.
“We’re not asking you to help us raid ships, sir.”
A large man approached us: he probably couldn’t stand watching us bicker anymore.
He was a dark-skinned man built like a mountain of muscles: the sunlight reflected off his bald head, giving it even more of a luster.
Witnessing the arrival of such a by-the-book pirate, I couldn’t help but groan.