Even so, when he departed, the king of the Goa Kingdom personally came to see him off, along with every noble in High Town. They all gathered at the harbor to bid him farewell, some even weeping bitterly. Yet the Celestial Dragon, dressed in something resembling a spacesuit, stood arrogantly at the bow, calmly accepting cheers of unprecedented grandeur that, to him, were nothing out of the ordinary.
"Lord Celestial Dragon, please come again!"
"Lord Celestial Dragon!"
"The people here are quite decent. I could visit a few more times when I have the chance. This trip certainly wasn't wasted. I acquired plenty of fine female slaves. They should keep me entertained for a while."
Jalmack looked at the many lavishly dressed female slaves behind him, all wearing "collars," and spoke with a lecherous grin.
The two men in immaculate suits behind him bowed respectfully and said,
"You may visit whenever you wish, great Saint Jalmack."
Just then, something unexpected happened. A man appeared behind the two suited men, making no attempt to disguise himself. Long white hair fell loosely over his shoulders, and two crossed black ribbons covered his eyes. His casual kimono hung open, revealing a solid chest. His wooden sandals tapped against the deck as he slowly approached Jalmack with a smile.
"Who are you?"
Inside his helmet, Jalmack's expression filled with contempt and anger. He seemed deeply hostile toward this man who had suddenly appeared aboard his ship without permission.
Hearing Jalmack's words, the two suited men immediately turned around. At the sight of the smiling Barn, every muscle in their bodies tensed.
"'Asura'! Barn! Why are you here?"
As guards of a Celestial Dragon, they naturally recognized this criminal who had once killed one. Their hands clenched into fists, and one slipped a hand inside