Augusladin High Priest said without a change in expression, "We've taken St. Michael Island!"
"Since the era of the Ancient Holy Michael Kingdom, no one has been able to conquer this island city head-on until now."
Charles remarked, "Oh, so shaving the Old Goat bald doesn't count as an achievement."
The toes of Golden Ram Herolf trembled even more violently.
A smile flickered across the Augusladin High Priest's face as he said, "That counts as well, I suppose!"
Golden Ram Herolf wished he had actually fainted, for he was forced to lie on the ground, enduring such humiliation.
Charles passed over a Golden Ring and said, "Now this island city belongs to Menierman."
Menierman took it, played with it for a while, then handed it back to Charles, saying, "I really need that Magical Alchemy Warship, but I don't want the island."
"I'm not a pirate, I'm part of Fars's Royal Navy. Now that Fars and Inglima are allies, other than the two Empires, there's no enemy I fear."
