Silver Palm Isle

Helen gazed at Angor in shock.

"Sir, are you perhaps going to—"

Angor made a "shh" gesture and grinned. "You don't have to say it. As for Roman, he'll be fine as long as he sticks to his job. Or if he suddenly slacks off and wanders off somewhere… it can't be helped if he runs into some minor trouble, right?"

Although he wasn't going to explain what he meant in detail. With these said, he told Helen to return to her post.

"Just work and sleep as normal and pretend that our conversation never happened."

"But is The Limpet going to be safe?"

"Calm down. I'm on the ship, you know? Surely I don't want to sleep with the fishes."

"I… understand, sir." Helen took a deep breath and walked to the door as she put up her usual look of a professional nautical officer.

…

Roman left a trick around Angor's room, so he immediately knew it when Helen left.

Seeing the woman's usual expression, Roman felt a bit relieved.