Identity was a powerful way to define good and evil.
The Marines were good, and pirates were evil.
In the eyes of most people, the truth was nothing more than that.
But Philo wasn't the kind of person who used identity to define good and evil.
In the years since she left her homeland, she had visited many places and met all kinds of people.
She had seen Marines bully others with their authority, and she had also seen pirates rescue a shipful of fishermen from the jaws of a sea beast.
And during the time she had spent with the Maud Pirates, she had witnessed everything they did.
They absolutely couldn't be bad people!
That was why Philo grew angry when she saw Issho slash Maud and the others away.
Hearing Philo's blunt remarks, Issho showed no particular reaction.
"You're Doctor Philo, aren't you?"
Though he couldn't see, it didn't stop Issho from easily identifying her.
Philo was startled by his words.
Issho continued, "Serves told me about you."
After saying that, Issho strode straight toward Maud and the others, who had been sent flying.
Philo had no time to sort out the relationship between Issho and Serves.
Because of her preconceived notions, she had already decided that Issho, like Serves, was a Marine.
To stop Issho, she stepped off the intact grass and blocked his path.
"You can't hurt them!"
Facing the tall man before her, whose eyes were blind but whose presence and strength were astonishing, Philo showed not the slightest trace of fear.
Issho stopped and said seriously, "Doctor Philo, I'm sorry for the trouble. Once today's matter is settled, I will personally apologize to you."
Before he had even finished speaking, a wisp of purple lines appeared from thin air and coiled around Philo like