But the ghost speedboat had already reached its stern.
Approaching Anzhai Maru, Kamiya could see Takitsu-hime no Mikoto's figurehead in front of him.
"Board the ship! Mary!"
The red mist surged, and the red and black Western-style dress swayed, as a slender and tall Gothic doll appeared on the deck of Anzhai Maru.
This time, she didn't immediately and violently snatch the third Munakata artifact upon arrival.
Kamiya intended to board and meet with the ancient warship's spirit first; if the meeting failed, then he would activate Plan B—having Mary directly seize the Munakata artifact.
Creak—Creak—
"Hannya!"
The Reins of the Hanged lashed out from Kamiya's sleeve, the knots on the hemp rope tightening inch by inch, emitting a displeasing sound, akin to the agonized breathing of someone at the brink of death.
Stretching, entwining.
Ultimately, it deftly bound the ship's railing of Anzhai Maru.
