"Ah, I hope he doesn't get too deeply involved in that matter again."
He had just heard his subordinates' reports on what had happened in Bayam tonight. Such things were actually quite common: some pirate who had stumbled upon ancient ruins through sheer dumb luck would return to Bayam and be unable to resist boasting, only to immediately become a target for every other pirate.
Then these greedy, stupid fellows would very likely get into a bloody clash, leaving dozens of pirates dead.
If possible, Amyrius hoped this sort of thing could happen every day. Ideally, it would kill off every last one of those pirates! As long as it didn't affect the military's interests or stop the people of Loen from making money here, that was all that mattered.
Amyrius sighed and stood, preparing to return to his room to see his mistress, Miss Cynthia. Just then, his spirituality began to boil, as though he were about to encounter something terrifying-something that had never happened even when he faced opponents who were likewise half-gods.
The next second,
Amid terrified cries, dozens upon dozens of pirates dressed in rags, carrying all manner of weapons and reeking of a foul stench, appeared seemingly out of thin air, instantly filling the entire office.
The pirates piled atop one another poured out through the windows and doorway, but they were leaving far more slowly than they were arriving.
Boom!
The lavishly decorated office was forcibly burst apart.
Although Amyrius immediately used his abilities to prohibit, exile, or execute the pirates surging toward him, he was still quickly buried beneath them.
"Kill!!! We're plundering the Governor's Mansion!!"
Several pirates suddenly drew their weapons and shouted wildly, then scattered, firing guns and setting fires everywhere.
Having finally squeezed his way out of a pile of