"...Ahem, enough joking around. Are you sure you want me to let her go?" Jiu Ming patted nonexistent dust from himself and tilted his head at Will and the others. That skeletal Danger Beast had been poised for action for quite a while now. As for the gorilla, the female gunner, the masked man, and that middle-aged uncle standing beside Black Pupil, Jiu Ming did not particularly care about any of them.
They were all dead people. One of his Shadow Clones had made contact with Black Pupil before, and having learned about Eight Fangs' effects, Jiu Ming was not surprised by these strange "dead people." At most, he was a little curious.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course we're helping the captain!" Will answered without a second thought. Black armor immediately covered his body, somewhat similar to Demon Armor.
"Oh? After all this time, you still haven't noticed anything wrong? Aren't you afraid she'll turn around and cut you down too?" Jiu Ming pointed at Esdeath's eyes. Those abnormally changed eyes made Will, who had been roaring at Jiu Ming, hesitate slightly.
Esdeath had never been the sort to wear colored contacts. Even if she did, they probably could not achieve this effect. People had heard of wearing contacts over one's eyes, but never over one's eyeballs. And when Esdeath looked over, her gaze carried the same killing intent... completely unlike her usual self. Normally, though she was brutally cruel toward enemies, she was unexpectedly good to her own people, just as that cloaked man had once said. Even if you died, there was no need to worry—she might call you useless, but she would always remember it, and if the opportunity arose, she would avenge you.
"Anyway, I trapped her to stop her from going berserk.