LXXII. From the Starry Sky

Inside the cabin corridor.

Outside the mysterious person's room.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense; it had been some time since Swan had engaged in such activities. He flexed his muscles, causing a series of crackling sounds like popping beans to emit from his body.

Having perfectly imitated Caroso's voice, he knocked on the door and promptly climbed onto the ceiling, embedding the claws of his hands and feet into the wooden planks.

Waiting for the mysterious person to open the door.

Swan couldn't deny his nervousness; the stakes were high. The slightest mistake could not only jeopardize his privateer certificate but also leave a sour note if they ended up detaining the person.

Footsteps were soon heard from inside.

As the bolt slid open, the mysterious person pushed the door ajar, cautiously peeking out with just a slight opening, still wrapped in a cloak and wearing a mask, presumably reminded repeatedly by Caroso and his companion.