By the time I descended to the lower deck, the water where I had sent one of my family's best advisors for a midnight swim had begun swirling and churning.
A dark figure broke through the surface then, rising high out of the foaming ocean and landing on the deck a few paces away from me.
General Marcus didn't look at all like a man who had just taken a direct hit from a divine weapon.
Well, okay— his coat was ruined, dripping wet and torn open at the chest where my vajra had struck him. But beneath the torn fabric, his bare skin was unscathed.
But of course I wouldn't be able to hurt an S-ranker even with two Divine weapons.
As soon as his boots were flat on the floorboards, he turned around to fix me with the nastiest snarl I had ever seen. "Are you— You could've killed—"
"Kill him," I said simply.
Several shadows fell on him from all sides. A few ensnared his right side, while a few more engaged his left.
