The body entangled with seaweed was washed up on the beach. There were marks of binding around the ankles. It must have been tied to a heavy object and thrown into the sea, and then, after the rope broke, the body was washed ashore. Jason, having examined the body, was thinking this as he flared his nostrils. It seemed that the scent of food, already very light, had become even fainter after being washed by seawater, and would be impossible to detect without being close. But one thing was certain, the scent was the same as the one on Bitos. Both were from the same food source. “Raul was first drowned.” He neither criticized his aunt’s actions as wrong nor endorsed them, nor would he discuss those relatives. Because he was completely distracted by Gerard’s next statement. The master of Hans Port suddenly stopped in his tracks and spoke seriously— “I don’t want to get married.”