The small fishing boat left the dock and headed out to sea. Its old diesel engine was loud, clattering and shaking the whole vessel, which annoyed Isabella already in a bad mood sitting aboard.
Opposite Isabella stood Alger. She still felt uneasy and said, "Alger, are you sure no one followed you?"
Alger was silent for a moment before answering, "I'm not sure."
Isabella's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly.
"Bishop Isabella, nothing is perfect. If I wasn't followed, then it's our good luck, but if I was and didn't know it, thinking too much would be useless if such an enemy appeared."
"But…" Isabella's body tensed subconsciously, a reflex as she thought things over, suddenly staring towards the calm sea, "This constant anxiety is really unbearable."
