"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Apparently, even the demigoddess had not expected to turn Count Valentin into dust in a single blow. Still reeling from the shock, she did not attack again, instead facing Weihle from a distance.
Gritting her teeth, she stared at the waves frozen in an impossible state and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Honestly, I don't know either. My part is over!"
Weihle still wore his mild smile. He even greeted her with impeccable courtesy.
In fact, aside from the first time he intervened to block her, he had not lifted a finger. He had practically watched Count Valentin vanish into thin air.
"Are you... Cassandra?"
He tried to make out the face beneath her hood.
"I didn't expect you to come all this way, too. The Night Watchers must really take this seriously."
"It's not just me!"
The demigoddess called Cassandra spoke coldly.
"You can't escape. Make them stop now, or you're dead."
"Sorry, but I can't."
Weihle glanced down toward the base of the lighthouse.
The noise had not been affected by Count Valentin's death.
Countless men, women, and children stood rigidly upright, shouting at the tops of their lungs.
Even now, the clamor in those roiling voices was gradually fading, giving way to a strange sense of harmony.
It felt as though the noise itself had already separated from the crowd, distilled into some kind of special presence.
"One thing I can say for certain is that this is only the beginning."
Seeing the demigoddess's murderous intent surge, Weihle added another remark. Then he turned toward the sea, staring at the waves that seemed to have frozen over.
The moment he finished speaking, a vast spray burst from the crest of the cliff-like wave, and a colossal ship slowly emerged.