Projectile

Leonel reached out a palm and Richard flew into his palm. 

At that moment, Leonel's gaze glowed with a bright violet light, his grey hair even flickering with motes of purple light as well as it danced in the wind. 

"Who sent you?"

Richard was completely out cold, the whites of his eyes rolled forward and his mouth frothed. However, the moment Leonel spoke, it was as though his mind had been struck with a bell and his mouth began to move on its own. 

"My father sent me."

"Who is your father?" Leonel asked. 

"My father is Patriarch Graros Ernan, the ruler of the of the Chaotic Water Sector."

Even in his state, there was a hint of pride in Richard's tone as though he still had a right to brag. The trouble was that he clearly hadn't noticed that this father of his had sent him on a death mission. Something told Leonel that it wasn't just the pirate fleet that was bait, Richard was probably bait as well.