• Heh… seems like you’ve arrived just in time.

Kwak Jung was extremely thankful to Hecate. She was usually cold and foul-mouthed, which made her difficult to approach. However, it was different this time. There couldn’t have been a better sight than Hecate’s grandiose appearance.

• We were about to… 

• Shut up, you noisy weasel.

• Ah, okay...

Kwak Jung sulked. 

He himself was a man with great self-esteem, but it didn’t matter when he faced Hecate, the female version of Kang Chul-In. To her, he was a mere weasel-like cutie. 

“What does Kang Chul-In see in that weasel? I always see them together.”

Hecate mumbled to herself. 

“Well, I respect his opinion, but I can’t relate with him… that weasel’s only saving grace is his brain.” 

A brainy weasel. That was how Hecate viewed Kwak Jung. 

“Anyways, time for some destruction! Hohoho!” 

Her eyes began to flicker with craze.

Destruction. 

Indeed, Hecate’s favorite leisure activity was to bomb indiscriminately using Temeraire! 

• Everyone.

Hecate’s voice rang in Temeraire, the battleship. 

“Yes, your Majesty!” 

“Aye aye!” 

“Awaiting your orders!” 

Her soldiers replied instantly. 

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