The Only Pirates in This World

These Witch Crows—or rather, these wizards.

They did not have more brains than Ryan. The reason they appeared so wise was simply because they had lived a long time.

Coupled with the divine shells stripping away their human spirituality, they were no longer swayed by emotion. They always watched everything happening in the world with the calmness of gods.

Under all these conditions, the Witch Crows possessed an overwhelming advantage in wisdom.

"Then wouldn't no one be able to stand against you?"

Ryan asked out of genuine curiosity.

"Outsider, knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Besides, why do you think beings with our 'wisdom' and 'understanding' would fight and brawl with others?"

Kledar's gaze remained tranquil throughout.

"No one will become our enemy, nor will we become anyone's enemy."

"Otherwise, the magical beasts beneath the seas of Miklagard would have long since been slaughtered clean."

That was true. Every one of these Witch Crows had been a legend during some long stretch of world history, and the six of them were far from the only ones.

This had been a world ruled by wizards. But later, the wizards no longer understood love, hatred, grudges, or enmity. They were no longer kind, nor were they evil—chaotic like gods.

At most, they still remained within order.

Ryan felt as though he had punched cotton.

He could not even bring himself to ask why they had not waged ideological wars against the other Witch Crows.

"Have all of you Witch Crows become like this? That world really is boring."

Waiting for the return of divine power had become this group of Witch Crows' final goal.

Did that not mean he could not strike any kind of mutually beneficial deal with them?

What was he supposed to do now?

Ryan left the