"Master, what would you have me do?"

Drifting at sea, Day 20.

Aboard the three vessels, a motley crew of zombies and mutated beings held their own counsel. Black Hair Pig Demon, bristling with dark fur, recounted tales of his heroic exploits to a giant mantis, "I've never told anyone that I owe the bank millions. Today, you are lucky, mantis." The mantis, seemingly lost, couldn't fathom the language of the boar.

Euryale sat isolated at the bow of a guard ship, her gaze fixed on the horizon, her face impassive.

The Red Knight pointed at a zombie on his right and spoke to the one on his left, "He's looking down on you. Aren't you going to do something about it?" Seeing no response, he turned his attention to the right and said, "He doesn't dare strike you. Why don't you hit him?" 

As he turned around, he met the stern gaze of his Boss. The Red Knight straightened up immediately and assured, "Boss, rest assured. Their loyalty has been tested by me, time and again. Your legion stands united."