Leaving aside a certain someone's picky tastes, Krieg set out immediately upon receiving the notice, meeting up with Agin along the way and bringing him back aboard the Delidornod Saberu.
"He agreed?"
"He probably only has the intention."
Agin was no fool. He would not believe everything Lowett said. Seeing Krieg frown at him, he explained, "He must have guessed my purpose from the start, yet he still used... my lack of importance as an excuse to kill our men."
Then Agin briefly described what had happened.
"Hmph, quite the temper!"
Krieg looked disdainful and lifted his chin. "Go on."
"Yes!"
Seeing that Krieg was not angry over his subordinates' deaths, Agin sighed inwardly.
To the captain, the dead brothers were probably nothing more than numbers, tools bought with money.
Even he himself was probably no better off.
Setting aside his stray thoughts, Agin continued, "According to the intelligence, he raised an Undead force of more than three hundred in just one month. As long as there are corpses, he has an endless supply of troops."
"But things are different now."
"At least half the Marines in the East Blue are looking for him. Our visit probably reminded him that his location has been exposed and that he must leave immediately... In this situation, he cannot repeat what he did last time, hiding away and secretly gathering corpses to create undead."
"So rather than saying he intends to ally with us, it would be more accurate to say he has his eyes on the two thousand corpses we promised..."
"Or perhaps even more!"
Weapons required maintenance and suffered wear and tear, so the seven arsenals could raise an army of at most five thousand.
With a two-and-a-half-fold numerical advantage and superior weapons, what could undead do barehanded?
That was where