Nissa, who had followed William inside, couldn't help but hold onto his arm excitedly. "Could it be a ghost ship, darling? How about we go take a look?"
William, speechless, smacked her round backside. He knew all too well that she was just looking for an excuse not to return to London.
"A ghost ship in broad daylight? Sunday, what do you think is going on?"
"SIR, more than two years ago, you asked me to investigate the island where the old Earl Crawford was stranded. That island is one that is perpetually shrouded in storms.
If the distress signal sender is indeed Miss Laura, as you suspect, and her radio is on such a storm-covered island, then it's very likely that our radio signals wouldn't reach her.
As for why she hasn't been rescued for over a year, it's probably because the island is storm-ridden year-round, and very few ships would take that route.
So, to get a definite answer, we either wait until summer when the storms lessen, or we send a delta-wing drone to force its way through the storm."
William didn't hesitate. "Deploy the drones. Hopefully, that girl hasn't actually been stuck on the island for over a year."
Opening a portal, he quickly dispatched ten delta-wing drones along with a round-table-sized drone carrier that also functioned as a signal booster toward the storm island over 400 kilometers away.
With the drones deployed, William turned his attention back to the surfacing right whales.
By evening, while William was playing in the sea with Nissa and Selene, Sunday's voice came from the yacht.
"SIR, I can now confirm that the signal is indeed coming from the storm island, and there is an 80% probability that the distress caller is Miss Crawford."
Back on the boat, Nissa clung to William and whispered a complaint. "Darling, why don't you let Sunday or someone else handle the rescue? Why do we have to go ourselves?"
Glancing at Nissa, who remained expressionless, and Selene, who was pretending not to care, William shook his head and told Sunday, "You heard her, Sunday. Laura is your responsibility now."
"Apologies, SIR. Based on my findings, I strongly recommend that you go there personally."
As soon as Sunday finished speaking, he played the transmitted footage in the cockpit.
After just a few glances, William cursed in shock. "Damn, is this for real?"
"Yes, SIR. Unless my servers have been hacked, everything you see is real."
Coming to her senses, Nissa clung to William's arm and screamed excitedly, "We're going to that island, darling! We're going right now! All those diamonds are ours! They're all ours!"
But William's attention was focused entirely on the treehouse filled with diamonds and the massive 1.5-meter-long skull beneath it.
"What species is this skull from?"
"Preliminary analysis suggests it belongs to a Tyrannosaurus rex. However, what puzzles me is that this skull is not fossilized—it's an actual bone."
"So, you're saying there are living dinosaurs here?"
At that thought, William's eyes lit up. He had been planning to build a Jurassic Park, and now he had found a hidden underground location with a T-Rex. If there was one, there might be others.
"Search X17 for a suitable location for dinosaurs—preferably a secluded island."
"Understood, SIR."
William looked at Nissa, whose eyes were shining, and Selene, who remained composed. "Are you going back to London first, or do you want to wait for me on this boat?"
"If you go back to London now, I'll send these diamonds to the estate immediately."
"Hmph." Hearing this, both Nissa and Selene instantly understood his meaning.
"Give me and Selene the yacht. We'll sail back to London ourselves and then take Lady Lena and the others out to sea."
William didn't mind Nissa's little tantrum and nodded. "No problem. If you want an even bigger yacht, that's fine too."
"Really?" Nissa's eyes gleamed as she wrapped her arms around William's neck. "I don't need another boat. I just want this one. When we get back to London, I want 'Nissa-Devonshire' painted on the bow. What do you think, darling?"
"'Nissa-Devonshire'?" William looked at her helplessly and chuckled. "Aren't you afraid your vampire duke father will come to London and drag you back?"
"Ha! He wouldn't dare," Nissa scoffed. "Forget the fact that all vampires fear you to death now.
The streets of London are filled with streetlights equipped with ultraviolet functions at night. Vampires don't even dare stay in London anymore, let alone enter it.
Selene and I can't even find another vampire to talk to."
Talk? Vampires never had real friendships, let alone familial bonds.
However, William understood that when Nissa used the name "Devonshire," it wasn't like a human woman taking her husband's surname.
It was her way of declaring that she belonged to the Devonshire family.
So, he didn't dwell too much on it. After all, many humans and vampires knew that both Nissa and Selene were his exclusive possessions.
"Fine. You don't need to go back to London to have the name engraved."
Closing his eyes, William used fire magic to brand "Nissa-Devonshire" and "Selene-Devonshire" onto both sides of the yacht's bow.
When this all-metal yacht appeared in public, people initially mocked William. But after seeing the news, they would all remember this super yacht named after two women.
Seeing her name on the bow through the virtual display, Nissa was so excited that she kissed William right away.
Then, pulling the equally excited but much calmer Selene along, she pushed William into the water so they could swim to the bow and confirm it themselves.
When they saw the flaming brand of "Nissa-Devonshire," Nissa, hugging William, wriggled excitedly in the sea.
And unsurprisingly, an impromptu synchronized swimming competition ensued.
Unfortunately, swimming was far more exhausting than working out on land. After less than an hour, both Nissa and Selene were exhausted.
In the end, William had to carry both of them, taking another several minutes to conclude their "competition."
When the moon was high, he lifted the limp Nissa and Selene onto the boat using his psychic power—along with a passing bluefin tuna that had wandered too close.
Carrying the two girls to the bedroom, he returned to the deck, where he used his psychic power to lift the 30-kilogram tuna above the water and slice it into fillets.
Following Sunday's cooking instructions, he pan-seared a few pieces and found them surprisingly tasty.
After dinner, he activated the yacht's automated defense system and, to be safe, summoned ten combat droids.
Leaving Selene and Nissa a video message instructing them to call the spaceship in case of danger, William stood on the deck.
With a thought, his beach shorts and T-shirt transformed into a light-gold Sentinel suit.
Then, in an instant, he shot a thousand meters into the air, flying toward the storm island 400 kilometers away.
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