7th Time Loop WN Vol. 6 Fan Translation

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(Even if there's lamp oil, the flames are spreading too fast!)

The crewmen rushed onto the deck, but seeing the spreading flames, they retreated. They probably went back to fetch the water barrels stored on board.

(That woman...)

As Rishe strained her eyes, the woman stood somewhere, looking dazed, staring at the flames in front of her.

She was the woman Rishe had just spoken to earlier, freed from slavers.

"If that's the case, then I must prepare to become bride this time." the woman had said. "It's an arranged marriage by my parents. The groom is a strict person... he's a bit... intimidating."

That smile made Rishe feel she couldn't intrude. But that was a mistake.

(Why is she on that ship anyway? Shouldn't she be resting? I must ensure her safety!)

Rishe found a rolling barrel and used it to scoop water from the river, pouring it over her head. She wedged the heels of her shoe into the cracks between the cobblestone and broke the heels off.

Drawing her dagger strapped to her thigh, she tore the hem of her dress to move freely. Then, wrapping fabric around each hand, she grabbed a rope she found and spun it using centrifugal force.

Handling ropes like this was something she had mastered in her life as a hunter. She had used such techniques many times for hunting prey and climbing walls for espionage. Looping the rope onto a nearby building's roof, she quickly climbed up. By the time Rishe stood on the roof, the burning ship was drifting in front of her.

Removing the hook and swinging the rope, this time she latched it onto the mast of the sailboat. After confirming it was securely fastened, Rishe grabbed it with her hands wrapped in fabric and swung like a pendulum onto the ship.

"Lady Rishe!"

The elite guards who had apparently been watching exclaimed in surprise, but Rishe hurriedly climbed onto the ship. Though her arms were trembling from lack of strength, she knew the ship's sides were full of footholds she could use.

(Even though I was once a knight of Sharga. I was trained not only in naval battles but also in protecting people...)

With great effort, she managed to climb onto the deck and surveyed the crew's movements. Holding water barrels and shouting instructions to each other, they also responded to Rishe's voice.

"Give up putting out the fire!" she shouted.

Naturally, they were surprised by Rishe's sudden appearance. But the flames on the deck were spreading at a tremendous pace.

"The deck is soaked with highly flammable chemicals! This won't go out quickly. Everyone, dump what water you have on your body!"

"Who are you... And chemicals!?" the sailors looked confused.

Rishe continued shouting. "Drop the anchor and bring the ship to the bank! Prince Arnold Hein is already commanding relief and firefighting on the shore!!"

Mentioning Arnold's name, the crew seemed even more surprised. But seeing the flames in front of them, they immediately nodded.

"She's right! If we bring the ship to shore, we can make a path with iron ladders. Firefighting can come after that! The priority is for the crew to survive and get off the ship. Drop the anchor!! The wind is blowing towards the shore, someone hoist the sails!"

By the time those orders were given, Rishe had already begun climbing the mast. Using the rope she hooked earlier, she quickly reached the lowest position of the sail.

The ship, which was on its way from the canal to the sea, still had its sail folded. There was no time to carefully untie the ropes, so Rishe cut them with her dagger to free the sail.

With a bang, the sail spread out quickly, rising in the wind away from the fire on the deck. Rishe slid down using the rope to avoid hitting the spreading sail. Although the end of her dress wrapped around her hand became hot from the friction, her palm avoided burning.

"Great job, miss! With this wind, the sail will burn before the ship reaches the shore!"

"Have the crew inside come up!? With this height of the deck, don't you dare jump into the canal!"

As the sailors moved around, Rishe quickly looked around. But the figure she was looking for seemed nowhere to be found.

"Did you see another woman!?" she shouted. "She was standing on the deck before the fire broke out!"

"Another woman!? This is a merchant ship, we don't carry passengers!"

After saying only that, the sailor went to deal with the fire. Before joining them, she needed to rescue that woman.

(Perhaps she jumped into the river to escape the fire...?)

However, jumping from this height would be very difficult.

As Rishe paled at the thought, she saw a dress fluttering beyond the flames.

(Thank goodness...!)

She breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't the time to find out why she was on this ship.

"You were here! Please wait, I'll come to help you..." she cried.

"Don't come near me!!" the woman shouted.

She swallowed her breath at the rejection. The woman stood there, rejecting Rishe with a frightened expression.

"I'm sorry, Lady Rishe..."

Rishe tried to reassure her. "...Please calm down. I just want to take you to a safe place, that's all."

The flames were blazing, burning the stretched sails and ropes.

Still, she could see knights and other sailors gathering on the slowly approaching riverbank, securing ladders and firefighting water.

"Stay away from the flames. Please, come here."

As Rishe reached out her hand, the woman shook her head while crying. "No. I can't go back there anymore."

"Don't worry about that right now. It's okay, I'll definitely..."

But the woman hugged herself, shouting with all her might. "I... I'm the one who led everyone to be abducted by slavers...!!"

At the unexpected confession, Rishe's eyes widened.