"Are you looking at me? I'm strong, you know. And do you really think you can take revenge on Blackbeard all by yourself?
"I don't know how strong you are, but you can't be that much stronger than me. There's something I've been wondering, too. Just how many people have you killed to carry such a bloody aura?"
Since she had just eaten his food, Carmensen Silver Fox was still being fairly polite.
"I was looking at you. You don't have the strength or the figure, so I'm not taking you along. Even if you weren't strong, a better figure would at least give me something to look at on the way.
“So start figuring out how to survive on this Deserted Island, flat-chested lady knight.”
The razor tongue Werther had inherited from his Eldest Brother showed its power once again.
At the words "figure," "not strong," "something to look at," and "flat-chested lady knight," Carmensen Silver Fox lowered her head. Not from shame, but from rage. Even her shoulders began to shake.
"Say that again. Who are you calling a flat-chested lady knight?"
Carmensen Silver Fox unfastened the Knight's Sword at her waist and planted it in the ground, Sword Sheath and all. She rolled her shoulders, flexed her arms, and advanced on Werther.
She was going to teach this rude man a lesson.
"Your courage is admirable, but I'd advise against it. You could die if you're not careful. I don't want to kill you on this boring, deserted island."
Carmensen Silver Fox ignored his warning and lunged.
At the last instant, all she saw was a flash of blue light.
Morning.
"Huh? Where am I? Ow... My whole body hurts."
Carmensen Silver Fox slowly opened her eyes, then sprang off the ground and searched for the