Sabastine stared in astonishment for a moment, then reached out and patted Charlotte's head. "I don't think he was pretending."
Charlotte said, "A dignified Saint Rank being cursed at for days and nights shouldn't even change color. My insults were so feeble and powerless—how could they possibly make him cough up blood?"
Sabastine glanced into the distance at the lone ship, the empty Saint Michael harbor, and Saint Michael City, where hardly anyone could be seen moving about. "I think... it wasn't a matter of whether your insults had enough punch. You were just too ruthless."
Sabastine deeply sympathized with Golden Goat Herolf, because Menilman had raided her own lair as well. She even wondered whether all Sheffield University graduates were like this. Was this Sheffield University's school motto?
Having suffered a loss just now, Domitian was still indignant. Seeing this, he used an orc secret art and silently slipped into Saint Michael City.
Golden Goat Herolf had only just risen to his feet when Domitian struck out with a claw, hitting the greatest pirate chief of the Giant Whale Sea squarely in the back.
Though Herolf had been stabbed in the heart twice by Charlotte, he was still a battle-hardened Saint Rank. A mass of surging water vapor rose behind him, and with a flicker of his body, he vanished.
Several dozen paces away, a torrent of azure water erupted at the same time, and Golden Goat Herolf appeared within it.
The instant Domitian launched his attack, he knew it had missed. Although he promptly extended his middle finger and struck Golden Goat Herolf, the force of that finger could clearly not compare to the claw strike he had prepared.
After failing in one move, Domitian let out a long laugh and shot into the sky.
Golden Goat Herolf