Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

I never wanted to kill the prince with my own hands, because of the respect and loyalty I had for Emperor Brewer the 3rd and the Empire of Endossa.

Yet, he forced my hands.

I might have been assigned to him as his personal guard, but there is no way in hell that I am going to let him put my life in danger.

He would have lived a little longer if he continued handing out his stupid orders to his pitiful groups of sea slaves.

Yet, the idiot had to go and scheme a plot against 'Captain Davy's' daughter.

I didn't know what had given him the courage to think about such a thing that day.

But, to be honest, I honestly didn't care.

Because the only thought that ran through my head at that moment was a list of things that would kill the idiot and send him to whatever nonsensical reality he had come from.

Well, it wasn't as though he would have lived longer anyway, as all I just did was quicken his death and make it so that I could return with the heartbreaking news of his body being torn apart by a tiger whale.

Just thinking about the barrows of consequences that would have emerged if he had gone on to kill Lady Clara was enough to send my head spinning.

Even though he had gotten back his powers, he still choose to remain a fool. In the end, he died a fool's death sacrificing his life for his sea slaves.

Admirable.

That was what I would have said if he had worn his title as the First Prince of Endossa with respect.

But alas, death was the only way to watch away the stain that Prince Wyatt had smeared on the Empire of Endossa.

Now, it was time for me to head back home and declare his unfortunate demise to the royal imperial family.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL STANDING IN A DAZE FOR? GET BACK TO WORK. WE NEED TO ARRIVE AT THE NEAREST CITY BEFORE THE END OF NEXT WEEK, SO GET TO IT, THIS SHIP ISN'T GOING TO SAIL ITSELF!!!" I yelled at the still stunned sea slaves as I walked out of my hiding.

Now that the Prince was dead, there wasn't any reason for me to stay on this sea anymore.

Turning my head to the side, I could still see a stupefied expression on Mad John's face.

Don't tell me that the old man had gotten attached to Prince Wyatt irrespective of how many unreasonable orders he had given him.

What was he? A masochist!!

Maybe I might have given his intelligence a lot more credit than it deserves.

"Mad John!! What the hell are you standing there for?" I added, walking close to him as I watched his series of reactions.

For some reason, I had a hunch that he suspected that I was the cost of all these things.

Not that he was wrong anyway as his intuition was right on spot. And concerning the way I have been acting recently, I would have seen him as a bigger fool if he hadn't noticed.

But I don't really want to let out a loose screw who would go around, telling everyone that I was the one that connived a plot that killed the First Prince of Endossa.

Even though I was sure that his words won't carry any weight when compared to mine if I decided to refute his statement.

But still, I can't understatement the simple mentality of common forks who lives and dines on the daily bread of gossip and conspiracies.

"Now where is Prince Wyatt? I thought I heard his voice previously, can you bring him to me?".

Even after several minutes had passed, he still looked at me blankly with an awful expression on his face.

My lips frowned and my eyebrows were scrunched up in displeasure.

The look on his face as though he was looking at me like some kind of demon or witch was aggravating.

"H-He h-h-e...."

"He what?"

"The Captain, Prince Wyatt is dead. He sacrificed his life for ours" Mad John said as he looked at me aggrieved.

How amusing!!

The pathetic Prince had really won himself had a follower.

And for a moment, I found it hard to deter the smile on my face from widening.

"Oh no!! Really".

Come on Camille. Even you won't take such a reply seriously.

Yet, Mad John nodded his head at my reply.

"Sigh!! Alright then, just because the Prince is dead doesn't mean that we have to stop and mourn his departure. The best thing that we can do right now is to keep on sailing till we reach the nearest city, and from there we will figure out what to do next" I said.

I knew that he didn't believe my words or take them seriously because of the apprehensive expression I saw on his face.

The old sea slave knew that I have already planned out what to do next, but he didn't know what it was.

Opps!!! I chuckled.

If my words were hard to believe previously, then my obvious lack of emotional concern in the conversation might have given it away that I didn't give a damn about Prince Wyatt's death.

"Kni-K-Knight Camille, is everything alright?" Mad John asked.

Though I could see the growing irritation on his face, I didn't call him out for it. Because even though I couldn't kill him, there are still several good options for me to choose from.

Selling his sea slave contract when we get to the nearest city wouldn't be a bad idea right?

Hmm!!! I am sure that it would sell for quite a price especially if I combine all the contracts of the sea slave here and sell it at once.

At least, that would serve as a little fee for the tough work that I had been tasked with throughout this journey.

Now, I regret killing the ones that I had thrown offboard the ship.