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June the second.

The weather was clear and bright, the blazing summer sun making it so that even standing shirtless on the shore did not feel cool.

Ten greenboats, four broad-bellied square boats, and an additional two wide boats, a total of sixteen large vessels emerged from the surface of the marsh.

The light blue flags of the Fishing Tax Office fluttered in the wind.

Ten miles away.

A snake's head was half sunk and half afloat, its two vertical pupils flickering with a faint light.

The Great Monster lurking in the dark caught sight of the flags and without turning its head, darted away, only to stop in a deserted area.

Aside from a dark blue giant snake that kept rolling and rubbing against the rocks, a group of large snakes of various colors was coiled together, basking in the sun.

The scout snake extended its long tongue.