"Damn you, Longinus! I'll kill you!" Once Blackbeard accepted that explanation, he roared in apparent anguish.
In truth, it was impossible to say he had cared that deeply about Shiryu.
But Shiryu had been blown apart while "saving" him. Whatever he felt, he couldn't afford to seem too cold.
Besides, he really was a commander without a single man left. At that thought, a trace of genuine grief crept into his anguished voice.
Just then, Redfield said grimly, "We do need to kill him. But that won't be easy, so I want you to become our king."
"Right! Of course we need to..." Blackbeard began automatically, then stopped short and stared at Redfield. "Wait. What did you say?"
"Become our king," Redfield said, his expression solemn.
Redfield didn't look as though he was joking, but Blackbeard still found it hard to believe. "Why me? You two are stronger than I am, aren't you?"
"Because when we're with you, you're more likely to be targeted. That gives us a better chance of surviving," Bullet said, as sharp-tongued as ever. "If making you king keeps you in front as our shield, I can live with it!"
Blackbeard's face darkened even further. That bastard wanted him to take the fall!
He ought to go get his skin bleached tomorrow, damn it!
Redfield gave a light cough. "That is part of it, but it isn't important! What really gave us the idea was what Shiryu said before he died!"
Easy for you to say it isn't important. You're not the one taking the fall... Blackbeard forced a smile. "I'd like to know what else Shiryu said before he died."
"Villains need a savior of their own!" Redfield said, fixing Blackbeard with an intense gaze.
"A... Savior of Villains..." Blackbeard's eyes widened as he murmured