The wind blew from the vast, beautiful blue sea.
This is the “Wandering Island” where nobles who have committed serious crimes against the royal family are abandoned.
This is the island of “death” because the people who get sent here cannot survive here for too long, and that is because of the rapidly changing weather condition.
Right here.
“Chester! Chester! Chester! Got it?! Got it!”
“Got it! Got it!”
An elegant looking lady in a ragged dress and a man in a worn out butler’s uniform.
“finally! finally!”
“It’s meat! meat!”
“meat!”
“meat!”
They jump around the death bodies of their prey.
“Kyaaa! Wow! Kyaaai!”
“Ah ah ah ah ah! aaa!”
It's been somewhere around 1 year, since they were abandoned here
On this island of death where no one lives.
They were still alive
“Yummy!”
“This time! Don't eat the raw meat!”
“Growl!”
“Ah! I asked!”
We are still alive