"Commander!"
"Commander Shivara!"
"!?"
"You..."
"Are you all right?"
Donquixote Doflamingo had hurried over from a distance and was just descending from the sky. He'd been about to ask about the powerful enemies who had just attacked, but when he turned and saw the fishmen soldiers briskly tying up the enemies sprawled on the ground behind Shivara, he wisely shut his mouth and asked how she was instead.
"What could possibly be wrong with me?"
"Ha!"
"A thousand years of life have made martial arts second nature to me. The energy of the Well of Eternity means magic is always calling to me. And my experiences in the Eternal Palace beneath the sea have given me a mastery of water beyond what you mortals can imagine. I have advantages in every way..."
"What makes you think they could defeat me?"
Shivara, a master of martial arts and magic, spoke arrogantly.
Those people had just charged right up to her and threatened to destroy her. But in the end...
Whether it was martial arts, magic, or any other kind of attack, she had dispatched them all with ease and in no time at all.
Against those who turned into helpless weaklings the moment they touched seawater, she—the ruthless Abyss commander who had once led Queen Azshara's vanguard to countless victories—had ten thousand ways to deal with them.
"Ah..."
"That's true!"
"Oh, right!"
"Commander, I just got word from the sky that the last of the enemy have gone to the Golden King Hotel. Should we go support them immediately?"
Donquixote Doflamingo didn't argue with her, or try to flatter her. Instead, he brought up another matter that seemed just as urgent to him.
"Oh!"
"They went to find the alliance leader?"
"Yes!"
"Should we go support Her Majesty Queen Annie right