Loa had no interest in how shocked Baron William was. Right now, he was thinking about just how important control of the skies was.
Take this moment, for instance. The blond man was probably about as strong as Momonga. Beating him head-on might have taken Loa some effort.
But with Loa raining down Ice Dragon's Roar from above, the man had nowhere to run. He could only take the blast and end up like this.
All it had cost Loa was some Magic Power he could recover in a few minutes.
"Cough, cough!" Baron William felt a bitterness he could not put into words. He had thought Jones was making a fuss over nothing by assigning a senior officer like him to guard an outlying post.
Now he saw how right that decision had been—and how foolish.
Jones's usual caution had once again let him anticipate the severity of the threat and give warning.
But that was also where the foolishness lay.
If William had joined the ambush, he might have posed a deadly threat to Loa. Instead, he had been lost on Motte Island for nothing. To Jade Street, that was a tremendous loss.
After coughing, Baron William felt a little better.
He looked at Loa with a forlorn smile. "You're Christopher Loa, aren't you?"
"Correct. No prize, though." Loa's expression was cold. He had not a shred of sympathy for this scourge of the Underworld.
Clang!
A hum rang out as an Ice Halberd over two meters long appeared in his hand. Dense cold surged outward as though there were no end to it.
"I'll ask one more time. Tell me where Jones is, and I'll make it quick."
Baron William's condition made it clear how badly he was suffering. The Ice Dragon's cold was eating into his