February 14, Kingdom of Carlos.
Waves crashed against the coast as a ship adorned with the flag of the United States of Aurous docked at the shore. The cabin was packed with demons, and the stifling air reeked of the foul stench of animals.
Being fellow occupied territories, exchanges between the Kingdom of Carlos and the United States of Aurous were commonplace. The ships here weren't just tools for transporting goods—some low-level demons that couldn't fly used them as a means of travel to reach their destinations.
"Disembark, disembark!"
The captain rang the bell, and the demons began crowding toward the exit of the cabin. Among them was a thin human figure—Marvin.
This was a ship specifically designed for demons, but humans could board as well. Tickets were even cheaper for them, yet few dared to step onto it.
