Voyage

Milim's serious tone even made El doubt himself. He had personally overseen the construction of this giant ship for three whole years.

Could there really be something unsuitable about it?

Allen widened his eyes at Milim. "No way, I think it looks pretty great!" Everyone else also watched Milim nervously.

"Hehe! I forgot to name the ship." Milim scratched her head with a foolish grin.

Everyone fell to the ground in unison. Even Lingling couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't be so serious over something this trivial, idiot!" Lingling snarled as she punched Milim on the head.

Clutching her head, Milim muttered aggrievedly, "But names are important too!"

Big Sister's imposing image shattered completely at that moment—though she hadn't had much of an imposing image to begin with.

"Fine, if Milim thinks the name is important, then you can give this giant warship a resounding name!" Seeing Milim's pitiful expression, Lingling's heart melted into a puddle.

Her own sister truly was the cutest in the world.

"Haha!" Milim immediately perked up, leaping onto the giant ship and loudly declaring, "Then from now on, this huge ship shall be called the Demon King!"

Now that it had a name, they naturally needed to prepare a flag as well.

A flag emblazoned with a dragon and a phoenix slowly rose into the air, eventually fluttering above the Demon King.

The massive warship Demon King officially set sail toward the depths of the sea.

At that moment, Milim was energetically darting all over the Demon King, running to the kitchen one moment and climbing the flagpole the next.

"Sigh!" Lingling rubbed her brow as she watched Milim helplessly. "Milim is still as lively as ever. It feels like I'll never get to see her settle down."

Leaning against the wall, El chuckled. "Lingling, you never know."

"Big Sister is very quiet when she's eating. She's just like a proper lady."

"Mamamama! That's true!" Lingling and El exchanged a glance and burst into laughter.

Life at sea was terribly boring. Milim only stayed energetic for two or three days before turning into a couch potato sprawled across a deck chair, unwilling to move a muscle.

Nearby, Lingling had her eyes blindfolded while four or five crew members each held up a pistol and pulled their triggers at her.

Though blindfolded, Lingling seemed able to sense where the attacks were coming from, effortlessly twisting aside to evade every shot.

Lingling removed the strip of cloth from her eyes and looked at the thoroughly dejected Milim. She hadn't expected Milim to lose interest in sailing so quickly, so she invited her, "Milim, I've already learned Observation Haki. You can't keep lazing around like this."

"Heh." Milim let out a cold laugh and tossed the cushion in her hands at Lingling. "You clearly know I can't use Observation Haki to sense attacks, yet you still say that in front of me."

"Looks like I need to let you learn the dignity of an older sister." Milim sprang up from the lounge chair and pounced on Lingling like a tiger.

She grabbed both of Lingling's ears and gave them several hard tugs.

Lingling didn't resist. She simply smiled and let Milim roughhouse with her.

The reason Milim couldn't learn to use Observation Haki to sense enemies was because her Dragon Eyes and Dragon Ears were simply too powerful. In battle, her Dragon Eyes could see anything she wanted to see while automatically ignoring anything she didn't want to see.

Likewise, in battle, her Dragon Ears could hear anything she wanted to hear while automatically filtering out anything she didn't want to hear.

As a result, even when training in Observation Haki with her eyes closed, she could still see exactly where an attack was coming from.

This made it impossible for Milim to use Observation Haki to sense enemies at all.

However, Milim had said that she possessed a special kind of Observation Haki. It could only foresee the future, and only the distant future, making it completely useless as a combat skill.

Of course, Milim had lied to Lingling about that.

Yet Lingling had deliberately come to train Observation Haki right in front of her. Wasn't that clearly showing off?

After they finished fooling around, Milim hopped off Lingling. Her nose twitched as though she had caught a delicious scent.

Her eyes instantly lit up. "It's finally time to eat again."

Like a meteor, Milim streaked across the ship, leaving a pink trail behind her.

Lingling immediately ran after her.

Milim clearly didn't have Food Addiction Syndrome, but she loved tasting delicious food. Even when she wasn't hungry, she often held snacks in her hand and took a few bites whenever she craved something.

Lingling's Food Addiction Syndrome also wasn't as severe as it had been in the original story, because every time it flared up, Milim would instantly knock her unconscious.

Over time, even after going hungry for a long while, Lingling could still maintain her sanity. And if she truly couldn't keep herself rational, she would immediately pass out.

Her body had been beaten into forming muscle memory—going berserk meant passing out.

Upon arriving at the dining hall, Milim first claimed all the food made from land animals, such as chicken, duck, and beef, leaving every kind of seafood untouched.

Milim didn't like anything with a fishy smell, and fish were especially difficult to rid of that odor. As a result, she disliked all fish.

Sea Kings were an exception. Their meat was incredibly fresh and delicious, without any strong fishy odor.

Milim was very serious about everything she did, and she remained fully focused even while eating.

Meanwhile, Lingling was discussing with El which non-member nation they should go to in order to establish their own Many Countries.

El studied the markings on the map before finally fixing his gaze on a relatively remote island.

"Lingling, this Spring Island looks pretty interesting! It can actually make people fly through the air." With a smile on his face, El excitedly pointed to an island on the map.

"Ah!" Lingling craned her head over the map while chewing the meat in her mouth.

"This island looks pretty good. Milim might really like an interesting island like this."

"And there isn't even a country on it. We won't have to kill anyone to establish a nation there." El smiled happily. He had originally thought that building Many Countries would definitely involve killing people.

But now, establishing Many Countries on this island seemed like a better option. They would not have to stain their hands with the blood of innocent people.

It was not that El did not dare to kill. He simply did not want to kill ordinary people. He had become an orphan because his own father was murdered, so naturally, he did not want other children to become orphans because of him.

"Still, we don't have enough people. The manpower needed to build a country isn't something this small group of ours can handle." Lingling analyzed the situation calmly, then suddenly thought of the Pirates.

"But we can capture some Pirates and use them as laborers. If we do that, Many Countries should be built very quickly."

"That's a good idea!" El nodded in agreement. He simply did not want to kill common civilians; that did not mean he had any sympathy for vicious Pirates.

Boom! Boom!

Two cannon blasts suddenly rang out against the Demon King, making the entire ship shake. The chicken drumstick Milim had been about to stuff into her mouth fell to the ground.