This was the dark, shrouded deep sea, filled everywhere with icy, bone-chilling water.
In this merciless, frigid undersea world, the only thing that could bring Garen a trace of warmth was—
"What is that?"
"Sir?"
"No, don't move around anymore."
A voice on the verge of tears suddenly rang out above Garen's head, every syllable carrying a pitiful little grievance.
"Bastard!"
The other voice was that of a rough man.
Compared to the girl from before, his voice was like that of a furious lion:
"You shameless scoundrel!"
"Huh?"
A delicate, lovely young girl was lightly pursing her lips as she looked at him with pitiful eyes.
And when he looked at where he had just landed—
"..."
On the airship, Golden Lion was surrounded by eerie ghostly energy, his body gleaming with a sinister light. He looked utterly terrifying.
If not for the system's restrictions, he would definitely have fought Garen to the death today.
But the "Golden Lion Voice King" had no human rights.
Golden Lion pondered for a moment before finally reading Garen's words to Nami and Reiju, one word at a time:
The Golden-Haired Lion King had roamed the world all his life, only to have his reputation ruined and his dignity in old age destroyed today.
Reiju's expression became strange and peculiar, while Nami immediately slapped the table and shot to her feet.
"Garen!"
"What the hell are you doing now?!"
After Nami's furious voice was processed through Golden Lion's even more furious vocal modulation, it sounded utterly ferocious and filled with killing intent.
"Uh..."
Only then did Garen realize that Golden Lion was still live-streaming his words.
"Nami, don't get worked up."
For the sake of domestic harmony, Garen promptly replied:
"I just ran into the chest of an unidentified creature on the seafloor."