"Although it's a stick with many spikes, and it does look a bit like a Wolf Fang Club, I must emphasize again, this is a... Magic... Wand...!"
Saranthe seed to have a natural obsession with his identity as a "mage," whatever the true state of the Eastern Continent. He insisted that the weapon in his hand was a Magic Wand.
Byron had no intention of arguing with his cousin over this. He put away his [Tidal Chant] and nodded to him, saying,
"Alright, Mr. Magician.
I am the captain of this ship, [The Sea Hunter] Byron.
As you can see, I am also a Bay Citizens Pirate, just like the esteed [Whale Hunter] Jack Harold.
Soti ago, I followed the nautical chart he left behind to Hundred Beasts Paradise. There, I happened to encounter the ssage in a bottle you sent out, which ultimately led to find you."
One must maintain necessary caution. It was only their first eting, so Byron wasn't prepared to reveal everything imdiately.
When Saranthe saw that Byron, Violet, and a group of pirate officers had the sa azure eyes as the [Whale Hunter], his attitude beca much more cordial. He finally loosened his grip on his "Magic Wand" and, touching his chest in a salute, said,
"Greetings, Captain Byron. My na is Saranthe Du—Sea Lily. Yes, [Sea Magician] Saranthe Sea Lily.
On behalf of the believers, I thank you once again for your rescue!"
He had been on the Glacial Archipelago for a year and spoke both the common tongue and the local dialect quite proficiently.
It was just that he probably hadn't formally introduced himself to anyone in a long ti. He hesitated when stating his na, subconsciously concealing his true surna.
Byron pretended he hadn't noticed.
He, a Lancaster, was masquerading under his mother's na, Tudor. Now it seed this genuine Tudor was also using his own maternal family's surna.
Byron suspected that the surna Tudor might cause even more trouble on the Eastern Continent than Lancaster did on the Old Continent!
He was also sowhat eager to see what kind of expression this young cousin would have when he heard the na [Sea Hunter] Byron Tudor.
At that mont, Violet, who had been restraining herself for quite so ti, suddenly interjected,
"Mr. Saranthe, since you were able to receive divine ssages from the [Whale Hunter], do you know his current situation?"
Saranthe didn't find this strange. Since the people before him were Bayfolk, it was natural for them to be concerned about the [Whale Hunter] who hadn't returned for many years.
Unfortunately, he couldn't provide an answer.
He shook his head apologetically at Violet, saying,
"I'm sorry. With the entire Sea of Monsters between us, it's very difficult for our usual prayers to receive a response.
Usually, it's the esteed [Whale Hunter] who actively issues divine ssages, and only then can we passively hear them.
Ever since the divine ssage before the last full moon, we've been unable to contact him. We can only confirm that the esteed [Whale Hunter] has not fallen."
Violet looked disappointed.
Hearing that the hard-won clue had led to a dead end here, Byron couldn't help but frown. He pressed on, asking,
"I hear you co from the Eastern Continent, which has the lowest terrain and is most severely affected by the Source Tide.
Could you share any intelligence regarding the Eastern Continent?
Could the esteed [Whale Hunter], who has reached the Fifth Order in both the Pirate profession and forbidden paths, also encounter danger there?"
Unexpectedly, Saranthe flatly refused this very ordinary request, waving his hand dismissively as he said,
"No. Since you are all kinsfolk of the esteed [Whale Hunter] and also our saviors, I cannot bring harm to you."
Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of Byron and his companions, Saranthe hesitated for a mont. Then, pointing to a few ssages in bottles on the sea that hadn't drifted far, he said,
"You may not know this, but in this world, there are many things of which rely knowing of Their existence can bring disaster.
The information carried by the paper is rely the most insignificant leakage of Their power.
On the entire Eastern Continent, there are actually two core taboos for survival:
First: Whatever is spoken, will be known! Second: It is not humans who pursue knowledge, but knowledge that pursues humans!"
Byron and his party were stunned.
"The entire Eastern Continent needs to adhere to these taboos? Not just Secret Realms?"
Saranthe gave a sowhat bitter smile, replying,
"Yes, you heard correctly. On the Eastern Continent, even when living outside of Secret Realms, one must constantly abide by the taboos to survive!"
No further explanation from Saranthe was necessary; Byron understood that the situation for his mother's kin was likely dire.
The requirents for his immortality ritual, the [Crimson Holy Grail]—a servant's hand, a kinsman's bone, a lover's blood—collecting even two sets of these would probably be no problem at all over there.
His father's profound reticence about his mother's origins finally made sense.
"Whatever is spoken will be known... and knowledge actively pursues people?"
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