MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online - Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Royal Princess
The waves crashed against the hull of the crimson-sailed ship while it continued sailing through the open sea.

Leaning against the railing, Adam chewed on the stem of a piece of wheat and watched the strange water creatures glide effortlessly through the water.

Mortal Online was a home for all sorts of exotic creatures that were never seen in the “Other World.”

“E-excuse me, sir Adam.”

“Yeah?” Adam turned around to see a young servant standing nervously behind him.

He was an Original, serving the Crimson Hound guild as a servant boy.

It was quite an honor for the Originals, who were mostly farmer folk and rarely seen as anything other than commoners.

The Originals couldn’t possess the player’s system, which gave them godlike powers.

They also couldn’t consume player items, such as the Flasks of Rising Moon and Setting Suns; otherwise, they would burn themselves from the inside out.

“May I pour you a drink?” The young servant asked, holding a flask of water and a small cup in his hands.

“Sure.” Adam responded, taking the glass from the servant and gulping down the water.

The servant bowed and quietly returned indoors to finish scrubbing the floors from dirt.

In the captain’s quarters, Digby shook in his seat while the waves crashed against the ship’s hull.

The gas lamp flickered on the table while Digby was trying to read some text that was barely legible in the dim light.

The door was opened slightly, and Valora stood in the doorway, then gently knocked on the door to gain Digby’s attention, as he didn’t even notice that the door had opened.

“What is it?” Digby asked as he slammed the book shut in frustration, as he couldn’t make any sense of the text because of the dim lighting.

“We’re about to reach the pirate graveyard.” Valora said. “We cannot afford to go around it, or we’ll be late for the Gathering.”

“I understand.” Digby nodded. “Full power ahead. Also, ready the cannons. Let’s hope there isn’t any need for them.”

“Yes, guild master.”

At the front of the ship, its hull cut smoothly through the blue water as it neared the ghostly graveyard.

Not even a moment later, planks and barrels collided with the ship.

The ship was immediately surrounded by broken ships that had either been sunk by pirates or had crashed into rocky formations that peeked from beneath the surface.

It suddenly turned dark as ships that were three times the size of the ship loomed overhead, casting a shadow over the crew.

However, they seemed abandoned, as they simply sailed past.

“Hahahah~”

Laughter—strange laughter.

The mercenaries onboard looked around the ghostly graveyard and slowly unsheathed their steel from their scabbards.

Digby raised his head and walked out of his quarters, his eyes looking around while his senses had already been stretched to their limits.

He tried to find the source of the laughter with his Kiryoku, but was met with a deafening silence.

“Your touch was cold~” A woman’s voice came right beside his head, and then a purple-haired woman with pinkish skin placed her head on his shoulder. “I am freezing~”

Valora came rushing in with a rageful gaze and swung her sword at the woman, but she simply floated away with an umbrella in hand.

The umbrella in her hand continued spinning as she hovered in the air, laughing at Valora’s failed attempt to attack her.

Her purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, which also had a quite peculiar shade of pink mixed in.

She was dressed in a light pink dress with intricate lace on her sleeves, twirling gracefully as if she were performing a dance in the sky.

“Valora, stop!” Digby ordered with cold sweat glistening on his forehead.

Valora lowered her sword, her eye twitching as she could feel the strange woman’s smirkful gaze piercing through her.

The woman stopped twirling the umbrella and landed on the roof of the captain’s quarters with a graceful flourish. She sat down, her exposed, pale-white legs dangling over the edge.

“May I ask the reason for this visit, miss?” Digby asked with a slight bow. “Royal Princess.”

‘Royal Princess!’ Valora’s eyes shook. ‘A variation of the Royal Prince rank that is only given to female mercenaries. It’s high enough rank to have audiences with King himself!’

‘One rank above Prime Mercenary, a rank that has been Digby’s dream for years…’

“I was merely flying by,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t have a ship, y’see. I just have my umbrella~”

“And you found us?” Digby asked.

“I happened to.” She said with a sweet smile on her rosy lips. “My hand was getting tired… twirling this umbrella around. I came to ask for a ride~”

“You are going to the Gathering?” Digby asked.

“Yes~” she said. “My guild is full of mean people. They left me behind just because I overslept, forcing me to fly all the way there.”

“We can give you a ride if you desire so.” Digby said, put one hand on his chest, and bowed. “We are happy to help those in need.”

“What’s this guild?” She asked with a smile. “I apologize, the sigil on the sails don’t seem familiar.”

“Crimson Hounds, miss.”

“Ah!” Her face beamed up, and she looked around the deck in excitement. “Is he here?”

“Who?”

“Adam~” She stood up and twirled the umbrella, causing her to fly down to the deck. “I heard he is also coming~”

She landed on the deck and walked past the mercenaries, who gave way and stepped aside.

All the mercenaries around her were way taller than her, but for an odd reason, she gave off more pressure than all of them combined.

She was about to walk past all the mercenaries, but one of them didn’t move aside and blocked her path with her hands on her waist.

Lucette stared down at the strange woman and puffed her plentiful chest.

“Hmm~” The woman raised her head and smiled at her with two canine teeth peeking from her mouth. “Well, well, what do we have here?”

“You just happened to encounter us?” Lucette asked. “Are you sure you didn’t find us because of a specific person?”

“You do not believe me?” She asked and giggled. “I never lie.”

“You haven’t even told us your name,” Lucette said. “I am not letting you get close to him without telling your intentions first.”

“Oh, a protective mother~” She giggled and said, “My name’s Amella, and I assure you, my intentions are purely innocent.”

“You’re from Monstrym, aren’t you?” Lucette asked and pointed at her own face. “Based on your pink skin.”

“So what if I am?” Amella asked with a tilt of her head.

“Honestly, I don’t trust your kind.” Lucette said, crossing her chest over her breasts.

“That’s rude~” Amella said with a pout. “Can you move out of the way? I just want to see him.”

“No—”

“Lucette, it is fine.” Adam touched her on the shoulder, nodded at her with a reassuring smile, and looked at the pink-skinned woman.

“Alright…” Lucette looked at him with a soft gaze and stood aside, but she stayed close enough to protect him if needed.

To her, Adam was the future of the guild. Nothing could happen to him. It was unacceptable.

“Ah~” Amella looked up at him with a smile. “You look quite ordinary~”

“Disappointed, Miss Amella?” Adam asked with a smile.

“No…” Amella replied with her smile growing, “I find ordinary people to be the most extraordinary.”