Archpriest Augsladin said impassively, "Saint Michael's Island has been taken!"
"From the era of the ancient Saint Michael Kingdom until now, no one had ever captured this island city head-on."
Charlotte said, "Oh, so plucking Old Goat bald didn't count as much of an achievement."
Golden Goat Herolf's toes trembled even more violently.
Archpriest Augsladin smiled slightly and said, "It counts, I suppose!"
Golden Goat Herolf only hated that he had not truly fainted. He actually had to lie there and suffer this humiliation.
Charlotte handed over a Golden Ring and said, "This island city belongs to Senior Menilman now."
Menilman accepted it, examined it carefully for a while, then handed it back to Charlotte. "I badly need that Magic Alchemical Warship, but I don't want this island."
"I'm not a pirate. I'm with the Royal Navy of Fars, and now Fars and Inglima are allies. Other than the two great empires, I fear none of our remaining enemies."
After thinking it over, Charlotte said, "True enough. I'm still the Administrator Chief of Saint Michael City!"
He noticed strange expressions on the faces of the four Saint Ranks and explained, "His Majesty Alfred Guillaume appointed me. It's a legitimate Inglima administrative post."
Archpriest Augsladin smiled faintly, easing the awkward atmosphere. "Charlotte, you will become a legend someday!"
Charlotte beamed. "It seems I could become a legend just by being a novelist!"
The instant he said that, the four Saint Ranks vaguely seemed to see a huge character for "pretentious" floating above Mr. Charlotte Mecklen's head, written in the languages of Fars, Inglima, Byron, and five other nations.
Archpriest Augsladin coughed and said, "Indeed!"
Menilman thought about it. She had not read Charlotte's novels yet, since she had spent this time at sea. Still, she had vaguely heard that he had