"Demacia!"
After seeing the regret that had quietly surfaced in Gin's eyes at the very last moment, Garen conscientiously gave him a spectacular death.
Gin's evil rating had also reached an astonishing 100% in Garen's highly subjective system for judging good and evil.
After all, in Garen's eyes, Gin was no peerlessly loyal warrior, but the second-in-command of a large local terrorist organization.
And just as Garen had expected, Gin's death did not provoke anyone's sympathy or regret.
When the Sword of Justice, like divine punishment, fell upon Gin's head, Garen saw only the joy and satisfaction on the countless laborers' faces, and heard only cheers that shook heaven and earth like crashing waves.
"Garen!"
"Garen!"
The laborers began calling out this name, which had once felt so unfamiliar to them, of their own accord.
Their voices rose higher and higher, finally converging into an incomparably powerful force.
Under that force, the laborers found courage, the pirates began to feel fear, and even onlookers like Vivi were stirred until their hearts surged with emotion.
And Knight of Justice Garen began to transcend being merely a name, becoming an aspiration, a hope, a symbol.
Garen basked in the glory of being watched by all, then turned his blade toward the remaining pirates—
They were said to be the remaining pirates, but in truth, there were still thousands of them.
Since Garen had landed on the island, the pirates had lost a full five or six hundred men.
But only a little over a hundred of them had been slain by Garen. A large number had died when Krieg suppressed the riot or had been accidentally caught in the poison gas, while the greatest cause of death had been—
Stampedes during their panicked flight.
As he pursued them, Garen had seen the