How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 65.2
I finally realized that for him, the Flame of Hezekia was not just a weapon, but perhaps a trauma symbolizing his father’s death and the family’s tragedy.
My heart sank heavily. I carefully took hold of his arm and lowered my voice.
“I… spoke carelessly without knowing anything.”
Tristan looked down at me silently for a moment. His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something.
Kwaaaang—!
Suddenly, a deafening roar tore through my ears, shaking the sea. I instinctively crouched, gripping the railing to keep myself upright. Tristan urgently wrapped his arms around my shoulders and turned to look toward the horizon.
The lead pirate ship raised a chilling red flag. The ships following it spread their sails tautly and cut through the waves.
Kwa Kwaang—!
As a cannon flash erupted from the red-flagged pirate ship, a rapidly fired cannonball struck near Hezekia’s flagship, sending a loud spray of water into the air. The seawater and smoke hit my face, choking me.
The pirate ships, which had been slowly approaching while we observed, had finally begun their assault.
“Enemy attack! The pirates have initiated the first strike!”
The navigator atop the watchtower shouted with all his might. Tristan raised his voice.
“Raise the sails! Form up!”
The sails of the Hezekia fleet billowed tautly as the wind filled them. Sailors on the masts ran frantically, raising signal flags. The sharp sounds of cannon preparation and hurried footsteps intertwined.
“All cannons are ready. The enemy fleet is within firing range!”
The voice of the gun captain rang out. Tristan assessed the sails and issued orders.
“All ships, return fire. Commence firing!”
“Fire together!”
“Fire together—!”
Bang!
Boom!
At the command, the Hezekia fleet’s cannons erupted simultaneously. The massive recoil shook the ships violently. The acrid smell of gunpowder rose from below deck.
Among the dozens of cannonballs fired, several struck the bows of the enemy fleet directly. As masts snapped, wood splintered with a loud crack, sending debris into the sky. However, the enemy ships only wavered briefly before other pirate ships quickly moved to surround our fleet.
“They are about to encircle us, Your Highness!”
A tense voice called out. The enemy began their counterattack immediately. Cannonballs flew with a thunderous roar, splashing seawater against the sides of our ships.
“Maintain defensive formation! Use the wind to keep distance!”
Tristan’s orders continued. However, the enemy fleet had already closed the encirclement. Several ships approached closely from the side, preparing their cannons for attack.
“Fire!”
Before they could finish loading, we retaliated. Cannonballs tore through the air, ripping enemy sails and crashing onto their decks. A small enemy ship appeared heavily damaged, staggering as it attempted to turn.
Kukwakwakwaang—!
As the Hezekia fleet continued its cannon fire, a sharp sound suddenly tore through the air. I turned in surprise to see some cannons on the starboard side break apart. Shards of metal flew in all directions, and sailors scrambled to avoid them.
“Your Highness, the cannons are overheating and breaking. Continuous fire is no longer possible on this side……!”
As if that were not enough, a sailor ran up, panting, shouting.
“We are almost out of ammunition!”
Yet the remaining enemy fleet still had more than ten ships. The fleet, cutting through the waves, was rapidly approaching. I held my breath and gripped the railing tightly beside Tristan.
Tristan’s face hardened, and he gave orders swiftly.
“Advance the flagship at full speed. Use the wind to move outward and break through!”
My heart sank in that instant. Are we trying to escape like this?
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