“Ha-Choo!”

They were in the northern waters where icebergs floated about.

Helena shivered atop the ship’s deck and sneezed, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

Seeing her shiver, Roan approached Woohyuk, who was looking at their surroundings through a telescope, and whispered,

“Master, she’s about to die because of the cold. Why don’t you take her to the captain’s room and keep her warm…”

Bam!

Woohyuk’s fist struck Roan, who keeled over and started rolling around on the deck.

Then Drake, who was next to Woohyuk, clicked his tongue in disgust before stating,

“There’s nothing that little can’t say. Well, I guess I’m not the best person to be saying this since my speech was pretty rough when I was young, too.”

“He’s a gluttony homunculus. From the time he was born, he was obsessed with all kinds of desires, so his self-control is virtually non-existent.”

Thus, only by continuing to discipline Roan could Woohyuk prevent him from going overboard.

Helena nodded in agreement and said,

“That’s right. He’s also lustful because he’s a homunculus made by the Wind God. He hasn’t even gone through puberty yet.”

“Don’t ignore me because of my young appearance, filthy Saintess! If it weren’t for Master, someone...