Charles suddenly looked at Kuta with a grave expression, his bloodshot eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Of course, that murderous intent could not have been directed at Kuta. Rather...
"What is it?"
Kuta paused, looking at Charles in confusion.
The intense murderous intent rising from Charles puzzled him. The pirates were already here, so who was it directed at?
"I want to..."
Charles turned toward the countless pirates lying outside, the hatred and murderous intent radiating from him almost taking physical form.
The officers behind him understood their king's intentions at that moment, and murderous intent gathered around them as well.
They could not simply leave these bastards alone!
With Brest, the city housing Cocoludo's Royal Palace, at the center, the destruction had spread across the island.
During this time, the pirates had destroyed every town except Brettis. Countless civilians had been killed, injured, or captured.
Their enemies were right before their eyes. Although the pirates lay helpless on the ground, they would not let them off just like that.
Blood debts had to be repaid in blood.
As Kuta looked at Charles, his casual gaze gradually grew serious.
He had never intended to spare these pirates. He had been planning to send them to hell shortly, but clearly Charles and the others could wait no longer.
That was understandable. They had flown in from outside the island, and all they had seen along the way were ruins.
He could imagine how much suffering the pirates had brought upon this island and this kingdom.
Lawless pirates would not show civilians any compassion.
All they cared about was Beli and living however they pleased.
This was what happened to islands in waters without the Navy's protection. He had seen it in Bass.
But he had arrived in Bass afterward. Although he