Previously in the Lulusia Kingdom
The rising pirate crew landed soundly on the Kingdom called Lulusia. Ironically enough, they already made enough sound for the marines to go on alert. The four platoons assigned across the island held a conference call with the Commodore himself - Kibin. The latter spread his men across the port side and instructed them to not engage, but actively seek information about these people. Meanwhile, as the crew's henchmen intruded on the stationed pirate ships, their captain already made contact with one of the marine associates in disguise.
"Tourists...something like that, yeah."
"How's about some lunch, friends?"
"Lead the way, miss..."
"...Say, I don't think I caught your name."
The lady marine successfully fulfilled the first act to pique the pirate captain's attention by offering her some smoked sausages. Sweet leaned her body forward to speak with the woman at the same level whilst asking for her name. "Tourists, you said?"
, she inquired excitedly, eyes glowing like they haven't had any visitors in ages. "Just a few weeks ago, this place had not had any visitors due to pirates invading the island until recently, a hero freed this island from scums. And now, we are back to business. Free from thieves."
, she continued as tears seemed to gather in her eyes before finally rolling down to her cheeks. What an effective spy she is. "This way.", she added. "And the name is Vilma. But the people in town call me V."
, she finally smiled again, eyes closed.
As Vilma led them to her what would be a mini restaurant. A standard one-storey dwelling converted into a store, with glasses on several windows. A 3-meter wooden door, brick walls, and a clay tile roof. Inside the store, a normal counter would be seen in the middle of the side wall whilst a dozen of tables for 4 are scattered all over the place, all made of wood. Painted in varnish. A single ceiling fan is attached above, well-lit, and beaming in white cement paint. "You are the first customers. Feel free to choose your spot."
"Alejandro! Smoked sausages and egg for 11!"
, she hailed to her attendant ─ also an undercover. "Smoked sausages and egg for 11 on their way."
, he responded.
"It's going to be about a 5-minute wait."
, as she said that, she headed to the kitchen to fetch some glasses of water for the customers. Unbeknownst to the pirates. The situation has already reached the squad.
"Well done, Officer Vilma."
, Commodore Kibin remarked while still staying in his HQ. "Squad 1 report?"
"Sir! The intruders finally entered one of the vessels at the dock. There's a 15-foot man, round figure. Along with him are several midgets.
"Sir! Another group is also in search of another vessel. He seemed to be of a Reptile race."
"All right Squad 1, prepare for engagement. Send 50 men and surround the vessels now. We'll do this fast and smooth."
As if on cue, 50 men brought their rifles with them, rushing to the port as ordered.
"Squad 2 Snipers at the lighthouse?"
"We got a clear look inside Vilma's. There are 11 of them."
, said one of the snipers.
"Squad 3, on your positions."
, he continued. "Lock them all up."
, and just like that, 100 men disguised as vendors and civilians removed their cover before circling Vilma's restaurant.
"Squad 4 Intel?"
"Commodore Kibin, we got no intel about their likely leader. But certainly, it looks like a Fishman."
"It's alright. It doesn't matter where they're from. They are not going out of the sea once more. They'd be spending eternity behind bars. Squad 2 report?"
"Fishman huh? What a surprise. Tagging along with a Lizard and some dwarven creatures. What a crew. Needless to say, a diverse one."
"Sir! The restaurant and the vessels have now been surrounded, Sir!"
Kibin rose to his full length, fiddling his chin. He began to think, there's been a sudden surge of newcomers across the blues. It seems that they just happened in sync. It's because of the uproar made by those two newcomers, challenging the Emperors of the Sea. We don't need many of them. That's why, even before their horns became sharper and longer, we need to cut them out.
He contacted one of the men guarding the palace. "report?"
"North wing of the palace, clear."
"Clear on the east."
"West wing, clear."
"Rear stairwell and gate, clear."
"Main gate, clear."
"And the Royals' Quarters?"
Enter Princess Komane. Enter the King.
"Grrrr. These people annoy me, Father. Why do they need to suffocate us like this?"
"Just be more patient, my dear. After all, the added layer of security is far better than none, isn't it?"
, the King said. "What's happening in town?"
"My Lord, there are intruders and from what we gathered, some new pirates."
"They just come one after the other. What did the Commodore say?"
"All is under control, My Lord."
Behind the scenes, Moda, the 18-year-old maiden who works on the farm has just finished giving aid to the Vice-Captain of the Headtakers. "Thank you for treating my wounds."
"Y- you're welcome. I am Moda."
"Thank you, Moda. My name is Graze. And I should not be here. I need to get out here before anything happens."
"What do you mean?"
"I am a dangerous man and I don't want you to be at risk. I should go."
, Graze tried to stand up. Albeit staggering, he managed to pull himself up. Finally, standing face to face on the green farm and concealed by tall lemon grass, the pirate would bid farewell to the woman. "Goodbye now. Someday, I will return the favour. Take care, Moda-chan."