"Woman?"
"Since when did I have a woman?"
For the first time-the very first time ever-a trace of pure, undisguised bewilderment appeared in Yas's blue eyes, which always seemed covered in ancient glaciers.
He slowly lowered his head and examined himself.
He wore a spotless white Justice Coat, with nothing on it besides a little makeup that might have rubbed off when he crushed Stussy's jaw earlier.
Beneath his feet was a cold, standard-issue warship. Aside from the marine soldiers who looked at him as though he were a god, their fervor so intense that even he found them somewhat tiresome, there were no female creatures aboard.
Even the woman who had just tried to poison him had been casually "purified" until not a single cell remained.
So where was this woman?
Where exactly had these pieces of trash, their brains stuffed with rum and maggots, gotten the idea that he had such a troublesome accessory as a "woman"?
Yas genuinely could not understand.
He even began to wonder whether he had struck too hard earlier and damaged their brains, causing them to suffer a collective hallucination.
However, the Ark Maxim Fleet opposite him clearly had no intention of giving him much time to ponder philosophical questions.
Du Feld's desperate, frenzied roar was like a powerful shot of adrenaline driven straight into the heart of every assassin and pirate already on the brink of despair!
That's right!
If we can't kill this monster, can't we at least steal his ship?!
So what if the assassination failed? I'm a pirate to begin with! Robbery is my real trade!
That's the navy's most advanced warship! It must be loaded with countless treasures and classified naval intelligence!
*Not to mention that white-clad monster himself. He must be carrying some earth-shattering secret, perhaps even