"Ready to go into the water!"

With the mermaid leader's shout, the group of sea monsters simultaneously released the ropes in their hands, and the enormous trading ship slid from the shore into the harbor.

"boom!"

The enormous thing crashed down like water, splashing up huge sprays that instantly hit Ira, Satanye, Shilina, and Xiaogang, who were watching from the shore... but none of the four's clothes got wet.

Ira and Satan's clothes are magical and will dry instantly. Shirina's outfit is leather and won't get wet, while Xiao Gang's is a steel golem and won't...

Um... Steel Golem?

Will you rust? Do you need me to dry you?

Ira shook her head to dry her wet hair, and asked Xiao Gang, whose body was covered in tiny water droplets, the same question. Xiao Gang shook his head decisively, indicating that he would not rust.

"Ugh! My hair's all wet..."

Satan Leaf complained cutely, her tail swishing unhappily across the ground, while behind her, Sirina was using a handkerchief to wipe her hair and dragon horns.

After wiping, Shirina looked at Ira and, without asking if she needed help, began wiping Ira's hair.

"..."

As Shirina moved gently, Ira could smell the fragrance emanating from the handkerchief, though she couldn't tell if it was the scent of the towel or the scent of Satan's hair.

"Your Highness, Mr. Gang, Miss Shirina, and... Ira."

The Naga leader swam over and greeted everyone. She reported, "The Demon King's territory's first ship of the year has successfully entered the water, and it's in excellent condition in all aspects. Shall we give it a name?"

In this world, no… in any world, people always like to give ships or cars a name to represent the identity of the ship or to express some feelings.

The Naga leader's intention was undoubtedly to have Satanye come up with a name.

"Hmm, let me think..."

Satan Ye was deep in thought, seemingly caught in a very difficult dilemma. If it were Ira, he would have named it something like "Natural Selection" or "Millennium Falcon," but he wasn't going to be cunning now.

It's meaningless because nobody in this world can pick up on the joke.

"I think we should call it Trade One."

As she said this, Satanye nodded, seemingly approving of her choice of name. She said, "It's concise, clear, and easy to remember. That should be alright, right?"

It's alright, but that's about it.

Realizing that Satan Ye might not be good at naming things, Ira didn't say anything, because the name was indeed simple, clear, and easy to recognize. They simply followed the sirens onto the ship.

This is yet another trial voyage. If the speed and stability of the voyage can be guaranteed, then the trade ship can be considered successfully constructed. After that, once the people from Silvermoon Tree Court arrive, high-speed maritime trade can begin.

There are many valuable local specialties in the Demon King's territory now. Both the White Ball Wine that is still being brewed and the Corpse Fragrance Potion are very good resources. Blue Mushrooms, on the other hand, are not that valuable yet.

After all, this is a sad truth that applies to every world—what sells for the highest price is often the added value of a product, which is why food often fails to fetch a good price.

In other words, what is valuable are luxury goods, because nobles have a purchasing power thousands of times greater than that of ordinary people.

"Wow, so fast!"

Satan Ye exclaimed in surprise, looking at the large sails billowing overhead, astonished that the ship was moving forward like an arrow. Was it the sword sharks beneath the ship that were propelling it forward?

Obviously not. Sword Shark is just an auxiliary tool. Compared to acceleration and increasing top speed, Sword Shark plays a more significant role when turning.

"Because we can hear the song of the sea."

As the mermaid leader spoke, she looked at the ship sailing off the shore and said, "Lady Pilira has given the sea its own laws. As long as we can understand her songs, we can move forward with ease."

"..."

"In other words... ocean currents? The ocean has a fixed direction of flow that propels ships forward."

As Ira said this, and then, with everyone looking at him, and the mermaid leader's expression of "Eh? You even know this?", he gently shook his head and said, "I don't know much about this, so I'll leave it to you."

"Ahem... Lady Ira, you don't even know?"

"That's what Hillina said, looking somewhat weak."

"..."

"Don't treat me like I'm omnipotent..."

Ira said helplessly, looking at Shirina who seemed unwell with concern. He and the others cast questioning glances and asked, "Shirina, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

In response, Sylvia gave a wry smile, saying, "I've always been like this, a little... not quite used to the sea."

That's seasickness.

That said, during the last trial voyage of the fishing boat, Hilina seemed to be sitting in a corner of the boat, looking pale and completely ignoring the conversation between the Siren, Ira, and Satan.

So Sylvia probably didn't have a good time last time either.

"You are not unaccustomed to the sea, but unaccustomed to the ship."

As he said this, Ira patted her smooth, alabaster back, hoping to make her feel better. He said, "You'll get used to it after a while if you take enough boat trips, but the process will be quite painful. Or you don't have to come on the boat."

"You can stay in the air or stay on land; there's no reason to take a boat."

Although Ira said that, Shirina still shook her head reluctantly and said, "I will try my best to adapt. There will inevitably be times when I need to travel by boat in the future... cough cough, ugh~~"

She rushed to the deck, grabbed the railing, and vomited, emptying her bladder completely of undigested food. Then she turned back, her pale face devoid of color.

How miserable.

Ira shook his head pitifully. He looked at the mermaids who could sense the ocean currents, then at the merfolk with swords and shields, and finally at the Naga.

It seems the Naga are the most useless race among the sirens...

As Ira was thinking this, the Naga sensed something. The Naga leader glared at Ira, annoyed, and said, "Hey, Ira, what are you looking at?"

Ira knew that her gaze might have been somewhat impolite.

"Feel sorry."

So Ira apologized simply, casually looking away and saying calmly, "I just think your tail is very beautiful, especially under the sun when it reflects all sorts of colorful light."

"..."

Even if you say that, I won't be happy.

...

What's this? Textbook-perfect arrogance?