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"I said, you two—"

"Why do you keep staring at my drinking glass?"

492. Comfort from the Harem/Golden Deer/Gudako's Restoration Journey (4k)

As the woman shouted those words in a loud voice, Ian's attention naturally fell on her.

Although the extremely obvious scar on her face was hard to ignore, what the man cared about at the moment was her attitude towards the golden cup that Nero had obtained.

Something for drinking?

Ok?

What does it mean?

"Ms. Drake, please wait a moment!"

Behind this imposing woman appeared Mashu, who was panting.

Holding a large shield, she seemed to be left behind by the other party when it came to climbing the ladder.

"I haven't explained it to you yet."

As soon as Mashu finished speaking, she saw Ian on the deck.

"Senior, you are here!"

"..."

Seeing how Matthew looked like a completely different person when he saw him, Ian didn't know whether to feel sad or happy.

but--

At least you have to show her a gentle side.

"Yes, I finally found you." The man responded to the girl's greeting with a smile.

"So this little girl is your partner?"

The female captain, whom Mash called Drake, interrupted in a not-so-happy tone.

"How can you barge in when someone is sleeping?"

"That's so rude!"

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Mashu, who has always been kind, immediately apologized after hearing Drake's complaints about her.

"I... honestly didn't know you were sleeping."

"Don't rush to apologize." The man's expression stopped Mashu's behavior, and then he looked at the captain in front of him.

"Captain Drake, if Mash hadn't woken you up, this ship would probably be in a completely different state now."

"After all, your crew members..."

Ian didn't finish his words, but looked to the other side of the deck.

This is a very useful sight guide.

Soon, Drake also looked over and then roared.

"Hello--!"

"What are you doing there?! Why are you squatting like prisoners in that place?!"

"..."

Faced with Drake's questioning, none of the people dressed as pirates dared to answer.

After all, Nero, who had just taught them a lesson, was still standing there at this moment.

And the young emperor spoke to Drake as if in response:

"You don't have to be so surprised—"

"It was Yu who asked them to keep this position."

"After all, planning to kill Yu right away is a much more serious situation than it is now, right?"

"..."

Drake immediately realized Nero's unfriendly attitude.

Almost instantly, she drew the musket from her waist and pointed it at Nero without hesitation.

"I understand."

"In that case, this is what is called a boarding battle, right?"

"So--"

"Don't blame me for being rude."

Boom!

Drake actually pulled the trigger of the musket and shot at Nero.

But almost at the same time, Ian, who noticed the other party's intention, took corresponding countermeasures.

"..."

Duang!

Ian used the projected sword Excalibur to directly block Drake's attack.

"..."

"..."

only--

The two men had just finished this confrontation when they both stopped where they were.

Nero, who had reacted, could no longer suppress the urge to take action.

"You... started it."

"Then I will accompany you to the end!"

Having said this, Nero grasped his pure white primordial fire (Aestus estus), ready to give Drake some little Roman shock.

But at this moment——

Ian in front of her suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped her.

"Nero, don't do this."

"That won't do." The young emperor was a little unconvinced, "Teacher, the other party really used weapons."

"If I don't fight back, it would seem that I am foolishly kind, right?"

"But--"

Ian's eyes fell on Drake in front of him.

"She... is also a Servant."

"what?!"

A few minutes later.

A group of people sat on the deck of the warship. The man and they formed a circle, each with a complicated expression.

The pirates who had been taught a lesson by Nero before had now completely disappeared, as if they had never appeared on this ship.

A meeting to resolve past grievances is about to begin.

"so--"

"Actually, is this ship your treasure, Miss Drake?" Mash was the first to ask.

"Hahahahaha, yes!" Captain Drake laughed. "Its name is the Golden Deer."

"How about it?"

“Looks impressive, doesn’t it?!”

"Yes, yes..." Mash nodded, "The structure of this ship is so perfect - so perfect that I didn't even realize it was your Noble Phantasm."

"Of course. This is a ship that can completely suppress the same level of ships in terms of firepower."

Drake's fingers gently stroked the deck, his blue eyes, full of vicissitudes, revealed infinite nostalgia for the past.

"I have ridden it through countless storms."

"So even the souls of those crew members were melted into part of the Noble Phantasm?"

Nero frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy about this.

This seemed to remind her of the Golden Theater that she had taken so much pains to build.

"It's really cruel..."

These words were spoken to Drake, but also to Nero himself.

"This is not a smelting."

Drake rejected Nero's opinion without hesitation.

"Those are my family members - they volunteered to become part of my Noble Phantasm."

"I tried to let them leave as they wished, but the only answer I got was 'wherever the eldest sister goes, we go'."

At this point, Drake paused.

“Haha, does this sound like I’m talking nonsense?”

"Not really." Atalanta looked at the laughing female captain and her tone became more serious.

It can be seen that she is indeed listening carefully.

"Since when Nero first came here, they were willing to pounce on her and fight her to the death like this."

"I think--"

"At least it shows that they really have feelings for the 'Golden Deer', right?"

"Your idea does make sense."

Drake looked toward Atalanta.

"No wonder the cat can become a spirit."

"What, what?" Atalanta was a little unhappy when she was mentioned as a cat again.

She actually doesn't like being treated as a cat or something - that would make her look weak.

Except Ian, of course.

Turning into a cat in front of him and then being forcibly pushed down would not be something difficult to accept.

"It seems that you don't like to mention this kind of thing, so let's not talk about it."

Drake's gaze quickly shifted to Ian, who had remained silent.

To be more precise, it should have moved to the sword of promised victory (Excalibur) that he projected.

This seemed to be what she really cared about.

"I always feel that your weapon looks strangely familiar."

"Is it the one that the legendary King Arthur held?"

"By the way, your name seems to be Ian Pendragon. Hmmmm--could it really be that weapon?!"

"The King of Storms, that's a very important identity!"

"..."

Realizing that Drake seemed to have an inexplicable obsession with King Arthur, Ian quickly made the projected sword Excalibur disappear from her sight.

"No." The man shook his head.

"This isn't her weapon—I just copied it."