Under the night sky, a caster hurried from the city towards the dock.

Claudia knew the importance of timing and arranged everything overnight. So before dawn, someone hurriedly came to notify the ship to set sail.

Below the deck in a cabin, Ronald and the other two were already seated, immediately sensing the commotion outside.

"We're about to depart," Ronald said, leaning against the wall.

This ship wasn't made by [Greed], but was purchased in a hurry these past few days after the fleet arrived. The hull was built without major issues, but time and repairs made it appear somewhat aged.

On such a ship, naturally, there were no glass portholes.

Ronald stood by the wall, glancing sideways to see the situation outside clearly.

Sailors were raising anchors and untying ropes, while investigators paced back and forth on the deck, issuing orders.

It didn't take long for this vessel to begin its journey, sailing from the port onto the dark sea.

"Setting off at night, huh..."

Ronald murmured softly.

From the leaving experience, it was clear that the quality of the city's port was quite good, and the management was quite competent. It was hard to tell if this was originally the case or the result of the investigators' intervention.

In contrast, Ronald continued to observe the outside. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

At this time, Catherine had already shifted her entire body onto the ship, her upper body leaning against the cabin wall, grumbling:

"Honestly, I don't like staying in cramped spaces."

"Being here feels like being trapped in the [Infinite Negative Domain] back at Barrier Mountain, it's awful."

Ronald immediately responded:

"The wizard of Barrier Mountain was forced to seal it off back then, whereas we're here willingly for our mission and will leave in at most two days. How can it be the same?"

"Tsk—" Catherine pouted.

Then the master of the astronomy department lazily laid on the ship, starting to examine the bedboard nailed to the cabin.

Bang, bang, bang—

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Ronald acknowledged, and an investigator came in, carrying a paper package.

"Mr. Ronald, this is something His Highness prepared for you."

The investigator handed Ronald the not-too-thick paper package, then promptly left.

"I won't disturb you further."

"If you need anything, feel free to call me anytime."

"Thanks a lot." Ronald nodded slightly, watching the investigator close the door and leave.

He then opened the package in front of him, with Catherine immediately turning over, resting her head next to Ronald.

"Is this the identity that young girl prepared for us?"

Ronald nodded and then read the contents:

"Affiliation—descendants of the Balmo family. Due to previous loyalty, the entire family was slaughtered while opposing the King of the South Sea. Now, holding the status of a wandering noble, serving the city's ruler.

Upon hearing about the King of the South Sea's plan, you volunteered to join the envoy, preparing to seek revenge at the gathering of the convocators.

...

After everything concludes, you'll head south to take refuge as envoys, and by then, you can seamlessly enter the territory of the [Nine Commandments Secrecy] without arousing suspicion."

After reading the identity description, Ronald flipped through the package to find additional documents.

If locals were involved, there might be a simple portrait included here.

But [Greed] possessed technology from advanced worlds, so there were simply a few photographs. Ronald's fingers rubbed over them, even feeling the lingering magic power.

Apart from photographic techniques, it seemed to involve mystical methods as well.

Swish—

At this moment, Catherine took a photo from Ronald's hand.

She only glanced at it, then transformed to match the appearance of the girl on the photo, who was a descendant of Balmo.

Afterward, Catherine, still lying on the ship, winked at Ronald:

"How is it, any flaws?"

Ronald picked out the other photos, tossing them onto Catherine:

"The face is fine, but the physique isn't. You should refine it."

After dealing with Catherine, Ronald underwent his transformation in physique and appearance. The convenience of the [Divine Comedy] spell spared him from worrying about detailed issues, as the spell provided an impeccable disguise.

Finally, Ronald looked towards Costate.

The maid witnessed everything happening in the cabin but her gaze wandered restlessly, evidently still unsettled from previous experiences.

Ronald gently called her name before speaking:

"Costate, should we disguise our identities now?"

Being called by Ronald, the maid's eyes refocused, finally landing on the photo before her.

After a few breaths, Costate finally responded:

"Ah, yes, sir!"

"I'll start mimicking this person's appearance now."

After slowly replying, Costate began her disguise as well.

Although not in a great mental state, it didn't hinder her spellcasting, soon creating a seamless disguise to replace her original appearance.

Ronald tried to give Costate time, allowing her to think for herself.

After confirming the disguise was flawless, he offered a few comforting words and returned to his original spot.

At the same time, the direction where Catherine lay on the ship didn't change.

She turned to glance at Costate, then looked at Ronald, finally bringing up a topic to break the boredom:

"Speaking of which—Ronald, are we really going to kill that so-called King of the South Sea this time? We have no personal grudges against him. Seeing your previous conduct, are you really going to off him directly?"

At this point, Catherine's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of mockery:

"You better not say one thing and do another!"

Ronald gazed at the dark sea outside, not even turning his head, merely advising:

"Catherine, this guy was a pirate before. Do you think he could be a decent person?"

"Moreover, look at the photo in your hand."

"Claudia found a family massacred by him within hours in town. At least against scoundrels like these, I won't hesitate one bit."

"Yeah, a murderous maniac." Catherine didn't refute this time.

Instead, she rolled around on the bed, facing the ceiling, and held up the photo high in front of her face.

The person Catherine disguised herself as appeared to be a plain-looking girl around fifteen or sixteen. On this continent, a girl this age could already be married, busy with mundane life.

Yet the trace of hatred in the girl's eyes from the photo could be perceived even through the image.

"..."

"Against people like him, there's indeed no need for forgiveness."

The night grew deeper.

The voices in the cabin gradually died down.

On the solitary sea, only the ship sailed steadily forward.