Werther looked past Red-Haired in surprise. A little girl was riding toward them on a leopard.
"Lisa? What are you doing here?"
The girl riding the leopard was Demon King Lisa. Although Lisa was a little girl with no fighting ability whatsoever, she was one of Werther's few weaknesses: she was the daughter of Grace, the woman who had saved his life.
"Why can't I be here? What's with that outfit, though? Even your hair's changed color. I didn't recognize you at first. But you look so cool."
Lisa came up beside Werther and studied him curiously, even poking his mask with a finger.
The sight stunned the Gold Hunters. Their eyes bulged and their mouths fell open, as though they were turning to stone.
Every one of them thought the girl was dead.
Red-Haired saw it too. His composure vanished, and he drew the cutlass at his waist, ready to charge Werther.
What happened next was even more astonishing. The Thunder Swordsman didn't kill the girl. He merely put a hand on her head and ruffled her hair.
"Poop-Scooper, you messed up my hair again."
Lisa pushed Werther's hand away and tried to smooth down her tousled locks.
"You still haven't told me why you're on this island. Wait here. I'll kill this guy, then take you straight back to Grace."
"My dad brought me. We were supposed to be on a picnic. Mom's on a nearby island too; she just didn't come over."
Werther's sword stopped mid-swing above Marco. Its edge had already touched his skin. Dark red blood seeped out and was immediately absorbed by Intent Blood.
"Your dad brought you? No, Grace must have asked him to bring you."
Looking at Lisa's head of red hair, Werther began to understand.
He pulled Intent Blood out of