Klein looked at Danitz, who had shrunk behind Cyril, and calmly asked, maintaining his persona, "An acquaintance of yours?"
After a pause, he added, "I don't eat people."
Cyril stepped aside and crossed his arms over his chest, adopting the posture of someone watching a good show. "Not really. I wouldn't mind if you fed him to that glove on your hand. After all, a Pyromaniac's abilities are quite useful."
...A glove?
Danitz instinctively looked at Klein's hands across the alley... There were no gloves either?
As soon as that thought arose, he once again felt that fleeting, oppressive, frenzied hunger.
After his thoughts briefly froze, he recalled a famous glove that had once appeared at sea—the Creeping Hunger wielded by Qilangos, Admiral Hurricane.
Damn, could it be that thing?
I heard the captain say that thing really eats people, and it can even herd souls. It's a terrifying Sealed Artifact.
No, anyone capable of holding an item like Creeping Hunger was terrifying in their own right.
As thoughts raced through his mind, he backed away and loudly said, "We're very familiar, really. We even met aboard the Golden Dream last week."
"And my captain, Admiral of Iceberg Edwina, is in these waters, along with the Golden Dream!"
"You..."
Sensing Klein's suddenly icy gaze, his words came to an abrupt halt. Then he deliberately looked relaxed as he turned to Cyril. "For the captain's sake, could you persuade your friend?"
Cyril raised an eyebrow and casually asked, "How do you know he and I are friends?"
Keeping a stiff smile on his face, Danitz said, "I think someone like you..."
Before he could finish, Klein interrupted, "Where is White Shark?"
"On the second floor of that tavern from earlier."
The pride of Flaming Danitz made him unwilling to answer such