"President Chance," Aaron explained, "There was a storm brewing at sea just now. It seemed quite dangerous, which is why we didn't allow you on the deck."
"But we've already left the stormy seas, there's no danger now. Why won't they let us go up?" questioned Wyatt.
Aaron hastily concocted an excuse, "T-This is the demon beast we just fished out, and it's currently being butchered on the deck. The smell of blood is quite strong; I'm afraid it might bother you all."
"Even though we're alchemists, we're not pushovers. How could we possibly be afraid of slaying demon beasts? We just want to go up for some fresh air right now. So, are you going to let us or not?" Wyatt wore a grim expression, his tone icy as he spoke.
"Of course, of course How could I possibly restrict your freedom? Feel free to go ahead!"
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