The Church Has a New Archbishop?

Backlund, Hillston District, inside an apartment.

"The bounty on the King of Blood has gone up again..."

Fors flipped through this morning's Tussock River Post and murmured to herself, "It's reached 600,000 pounds now. He's almost caught up to the Queen Mystic..."

In Loen alone, the bounties on pirate kings had reached astronomical figures. The lowest was the King of Immortality, Agalito, who held at the 100,000-pound threshold. Then there was the Queen Mystic at 650,000 pounds, and the King of the Five Seas, Nast Solomon, at a staggering 800,000 pounds.

At that moment, Fors's expression upon seeing the news was one of both delight and conflict.

The reason she was happy was that the more famous the King of Blood became, the better her serialized work sold. In fact, she was not the only one. More foreign authors had begun writing pirate stories, and some reckless third-rate Loen newspapers had even reprinted them for sales. The result was obvious: everyone from the editors to the owners had been thrown into prison.

A publisher in Intis had already sent an urgent request, asking her to update as soon as possible. The corresponding payment had also increased by more than threefold.

And that was precisely why Fors felt conflicted.

On one hand, she had to update quickly to meet the newspaper's demands. On the other, she had to ensure the manuscript's quality, because if the story was not good enough, a certain powerful lady might come knocking...

These two completely opposing demands pressed down on her at once, making Fors feel as if she were about to have a mental breakdown. Faced with such a situation, the great Miss Salted Fish activated her unique ability: procrastination.

In any case, she would think about it tomorrow.

She comforted herself and turned to