You old bastard, say that again and I'll send you flying!
Wendy's brows shot up. She was about to point her little hand at him and make him take off on the spot, but John sensed trouble and quickly stopped her with a look.
"Count Istania, I won't judge your personal preferences. But in the Faoken Autonomous Region, every law-abiding Beastfolk is a citizen of the Empire, not a 'pet' as you called them."
"Since you've only just arrived in Faoken and aren't familiar with the region's regulations, I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
"But I don't want it to happen again. If you harm a Beastfolk citizen of Faoken without cause, then even as a Crown Tier powerhouse, you will be held accountable under Imperial law. As governor, I'll see to it."
"And when it comes to obeying the law, I believe even the headmaster would agree with my decision."
"I hope that's clear."
There was no emotion in John's voice, but his words chilled the entire captain's cabin.
Balga turned a cold gaze on him. John did not look away. He met it calmly, unwavering resolve filling his red-and-black eyes. "Of course, Count, if you find the air here disagreeable, you're welcome to remain aboard your ship. Or you can wear an air-purifying mask when you go out."
"If the Magic Whale Ship lacks such equipment, Faoken's medical department can provide it."
"Also, I can waive the Magic Whale Ship's berth fees at this port for the next two years as a gesture of respect for the Demon King's Army. What do you say?"
Balga said nothing. He simply stared at John for a full ten seconds.
Wendy, her face guarded, instinctively reached toward the Magic Rifle at her waist. The moment the old bastard unleashed his magic,