「Early morning.」
Alka freshened up in his hotel room, eating the breakfast brought by the waiter. A newspaper accompanied it.
There's even such a thing as a newspaper? he thought. Yet ships are wooden sailboats, and they use oil lamps. What a strange world.
Alka flipped through it casually. It was mostly about the Blood Gold Alliance, which had almost nothing to do with him. Having just arrived in the outside world, he didn't even understand what most of the information meant.
"The great pirate, Prayer for the Dead, is cruising the seas with his crew."
A great pirate? Alka mused. Important enough to be featured in the newspaper as a warning to others. This pirate must be quite strong.
Alka shook his head, put the newspaper on the table, picked up the top hat from the clothes rack by the door, and went out.
「He arrived on the street.」
