Reaching Their Destination?

"Wait, wait, wait…!"

Shirley raised her hands, her voice sounding alarmed, "We aren't any suspicious people. In fact, we're the wives of the Divine Emperor of Death."

"Then don't they fit the description…?" Raigen scratched his head, looking confused.

"Then-" Agnirei popped a vein on her forehead over the blatant mockery, "…die."

"Wait…! These three may come under him, but we are not subordinates of the Divine Emperor of Death!"

She was about to deliver the blow, but another female voice echoed from the distance. A black-robed woman emerged on the edge of the wooden hull, placing a foot on the grip and keeping two hands on her waist, looking sassy.

It was none other than Rea Tyriel. She revealed a smug expression with her unconcealed face.

"In fact, we're the outer region, cheerleading group of the Divine Emperor of Death. You know… like outer disciples who are not considered disciples of the sect most of the time due to-"

"Die!"