"Hey, you idiot! Why don't you stop complaining and actually find a way to get us out of here!"

The demonic sword's voice shrieked through the cramped carriage, metal echoing like nails on glass. The entire carriage was being tossed through the air like a pebble by a raging sea beast, and yet—

Luther just sat there.

Expression blank. Elbow on the window frame. Head resting lazily on his palm.

The sword flew left, then right, banging against the walls as the carriage spun in midair. "HELLO?! I'm talking to you! Do you have water in your ears, Saint Wannabe?! We're going to DIE!"

"Then die quietly," Luther muttered under his breath, his tone dry enough to parch the ocean itself.

The next toss came harder. The carriage tilted, flinging Luther upward. His head slammed into the ceiling before he crashed back onto the floor in a heap.

A moment of silence. Then a long, deep inhale.

The sword—which had finally managed to wedge itself between the seats—sensed it. "Oho… oh no. You're doing that breathing thing again. Wait—are you mad?"

Luther slowly sat up, brushing his messy silver hair out of his face. His ocean blue eyes glowed faintly as irritation crept up his expression. "You know what, idiot… I'm beyond mad."

"Eh?"

"I was already pissed off this morning," Luther continued, voice flat but trembling with suppressed fury. "Because apparently, fate enjoys throwing me into disasters that should not even exist. Then some idiot of a demonic blade thought it was a good idea to flap his nonexistent lips and remind me of that fact. So guess what?"

The sword hesitated. "W–What?"

"I'm venting through you."

"Wai—WHAT?!"

"WILL YOU FUCKING SHUT UP!" Luther roared.

The sound rippled through the air.

Even the Kraken froze.

Outside the carriage, the massive beast blinked its glowing blue eyes in confusion. Its tentacles stopped mid-swing. The waves, too, went eerily calm.

Up on the cliff, Arthur and Liliana—who were preparing a spell to cut the Kraken down—stood completely still.

The knights behind them gawked, one of them whispering, "Did… did the kid just yell at a kraken?"

Back inside, Luther stomped to the shattered carriage door, kicked it open, and glared up at the towering creature. His gaze was sharp enough to slice through steel.

"HEY! YOU OVERGROWN SEA OCTOPUS!" he shouted, pointing directly at it. "What's your problem? You think tossing random carriages is fun? You got bored, huh? No one told you to pick up things that don't belong to you?"

The Kraken's eyes went wide.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to ask permission before touching someone's property?!"

Each word came out like a whip crack.

The sword floated behind Luther, utterly dumbfounded. "…Is he—scolding it?"

Luther wasn't done. "Do I look like a toy to you? Am I your chew bone? Or maybe your emotional support mortal?!"

A tentacle twitched nervously. The Kraken lowered its head slightly, its huge eyes beginning to water.

The sword tilted itself. "Uh, Luther… I think it's crying."

"Good! Maybe that'll teach it not to mess with people's transportation!"

The Kraken gave a soft, blubbery sound, sniffling. The entire ocean seemed to go awkwardly quiet, as though the waves themselves were embarrassed on the beast's behalf.

"Now," Luther said sharply, crossing his arms. "Put. It. Down. Gently."

The Kraken hesitated, still holding the carriage in one trembling tentacle.

Luther narrowed his eyes. "Don't test me."

With a fearful whimper, the Kraken carefully lowered the carriage to the ground. The moment it touched solid earth, the creature hurriedly slunk back into the deep ocean, diving beneath the waves until even its shadow disappeared.

Luther huffed, brushing imaginary dust off his coat. "Honestly. You'd think the sea monsters in this world at least had manners."

He turned around—and froze.

Arthur, Liliana, six knights, and Jio were all staring at him, mouths slightly open. The knights looked especially dumbstruck, their eyes darting between Luther and the sea like they were questioning reality itself.

"…What?" Luther asked flatly.

Liliana's lips twitched. "Did you just… scold the Kraken?"

"I educated it," Luther corrected, stepping down from the carriage door. "Someone had to."

Arthur raised a brow. "You educated a creature known to devour ships for sport."

"Yeah. And it listened. That's progress."

One of the knights stifled a laugh. Another whispered, "I think it even apologized."

Luther ignored them all, gave a small shrug, and turned back toward the carriage. "Anyway, are we done gawking? We've got a sea to cross, and if you all keep standing there like statues, the next sea beast might not be as polite."

He jabbed his thumb toward the distant shoreline. "There's a port town about a mile east. We'll find a ship there."

Arthur blinked. "You can see that from here?"

"Yeah," Luther replied casually, stepping inside. "Saw it when the Kraken tossed us fifty feet up."

The sword snickered. "Only you, of all people, could stay calm enough to spot landmarks while defying gravity."

"Observation is a survival skill," Luther said dryly, shutting the door behind him.

He flopped down on the couch inside the carriage, sighing deeply as exhaustion washed over him. "You're such a scared cat," he muttered to the sword, glancing at where it floated beside him.

The sword bristled. "Excuse me? Scared? I was analyzing the enemy's structure, you ungrateful mortal!"

"Uh-huh," Luther said, smirking faintly. "And I'm a mermaid."

The sword sputtered, glowing a faint red. "Don't mock me!"

But Luther just closed his eyes, leaning back with his arms folded behind his head, that lazy smirk refusing to fade. "Too late."

The sword fell silent, its metallic surface flickering faintly, unsure if it wanted to stay mad or impressed.

Outside, the others were still murmuring in disbelief, the knights trying to process what they had just witnessed.

Inside, Luther muttered quietly, half to himself, half to the sword.

"Maybe next time, it'll be a dragon," he said, tone flat but laced with grim humor. "At this point, why not? I'm collecting mythical disasters like souvenirs."

The sword gave a dry laugh. "You really are insane."

"Probably," Luther replied with a tired grin, closing his eyes as the carriage rocked gently forward. "But it keeps me alive."

Luther finally allowed himself a moment of quiet.

For now.

Because knowing his luck… peace never lasted long.

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