Black Sail

Fuma Keqing was out of the escort ship’s range; the cannonballs fell into the sea, creating frightening waves, the sound of splashing water, and the muffled roar of the cannonballs were incessant.

"Advance?"

Liszt hammered on Fafna’s head with a burst of fury. Advance your ass, if Haywood hadn’t shown his face, we could still muddle through with some Necromancy stitching, and even if we were discovered to be a Demon, I could just abandon him and switch to an external member. How would the Church deal with this? He now has a great amount of strength to protect himself.

But once you reveal your true form, it’s all over—eight hundred thousand against six hundred thousand, the advantage is ours, and the whole world will know that a Dragon has appeared here.

However, after hammering her, it was Liszt’s finger joints that ached. Damn, this Dragon Lady’s head is pretty hard.

Of course, Fafna didn’t mean for her true form to fly over; Fen had warned her of that.

"Humph."

Fafna leaned on the ship’s railing, having already observed the sea surface—calm seas and gentle breezes today, it should be possible, otherwise her bragging would come back to bite her.

Her Ice Magic was not the conventional kind of Elemental Magic, but rather a Talent Magic inherent to her bloodline.

A single Red Crystal could power a Magic Energy Mechanical Arm for a month, such arms being used to lift large construction materials. The Red Crystal contained an immense amount of energy, and valuing it at two hundred Gold Dragons was not excessive.

And Fafna had already fully digested nearly twenty of these crystals, almost four thousand Gold Dragons in value.