"Is that so..."
Austin lightly raised a foot, looking utterly relaxed, as if it took no effort at all.
The frost that had originally spread from his trouser legs over half his body now slowly began to fade.
The freezing that had never failed against countless pirates could not even dirty the corner of his clothes.
"If you can do it, then go ahead and try, Kuzan."
"But as I said, I've never seen you as a mortal enemy. If you change your mind someday, you can come drink with me anytime."
Kuzan had no answer. After a brief pause, he likewise walked away in the direction opposite Austin.
Perhaps...
Perhaps one day, they would sit together and drink.
But that could not stop Kuzan from resolving to rein in Austin's uncontrollable ambition to become the ruler of the world.
Kuzan's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. Austin did not try to keep him, merely feeling somewhat emotional inside.
Sometimes, the stubbornness in a strong person's heart truly could not be pulled back even by ten oxen. Perhaps that was Kuzan's justice.
The "justice" that had resolved to limit Austin's manipulation of the world after encountering him.
Shaking his head, Austin looked toward another part of the training camp.
"Say, how's that VIP card I gave you before working out?"
"Borsalino."
It was a shaded resting area. A sleazy-looking middle-aged man in a white striped suit and hat sat there leisurely, part of his body still transformed into elemental light particles.
Seeing that he had ultimately been noticed, Borsalino's expression turned bitter, and his thought of quietly slipping away in elemental form died.
"I have no intention of going to war with you~ You're getting scarier and scarier, Lord Saint Austin~"
He casually raised his hands. That sleazy old