It's not just her hair, but also the black leather armor she wears and the short sword at her waist that are constantly swaying.
Even though it's just a silhouette, Grayson only needs to watch from afar to feel the powerful aura and pressure emanating from her.
His heart races with nervousness and his breathing becomes rapid.
Grayson takes a deep breath, suppresses the tension in his heart, exhales a warm breath, and steps towards the woman ahead.
Tap-tap~
The sound of leather boots stepping on the wooden deck reaches the woman's ears.
The woman doesn't turn her head at all, as if she already knows that the person approaching is Grayson.
Cold words emanate from her mouth.
"Are the slaves appeased?"
Grayson walks beside the woman and responds, "Appeased, Audrey."
Audrey slightly turns her head to glance at Grayson, her words remaining cold.
"Grayson, how old are you this year?"
