Ferrudion shook his fist twice to signal agreement and then focused on the spiritual dimension.

Through his soul, he could clearly sense the one-hundred-and-three distinct souls pushing through the thin outer layers of his expanded soul.

Although the past few days had helped him grow accustomed to the sensation, he was not sure if he liked it.

Comparing those one-hundred-and-three souls to the one-hundred-and-seventy mortals on this ship, he felt that his mortals were inferior to the newcomers. Except for Kalou Saha, Kalou Dean, and two mortals whose names he did not know, the presumed thieves easily bested them in soul strength.

There were twelve thieves on Kalou Deana's and unnamed mortal #1 and #2's level, as well as two mortals with a soul that could match Kalou Saha's.

Finally, there was one dense soul that surpassed Kalou Saha's by an order of magnitude.

‘It is difficult to qualify these mortal souls. Their densities are all so low that the differences seem miniscule. Still, that soul should be about ten times as dense as Kalou Saha's.’

Since soul density influenced managy control and correlated with bound managy, Ferrudion concluded that the potential thieves would easily overpower the mortals on this ship.

Ferrudion looked around and was happy to see that Kalou Saha was still on deck. He walked over to the man who was barking orders to a few mortals standing around him, and waited for him to finish.

When the man turned to see Retrusion standing behind him, he gasped.

“I did not see you.”

Ferrudion rolled his eyes.

‘Stating the obvious much? I know you are to weak to sense souls, duh.’

Ferrudion decided to ignore the meaningless comment.

“Kalou Saha, you are weak. Two pahipiti have strength like you, and another one has ten times your strength.”

“Ten times my strength?” the man did not seem to believe him.

Ferrudion sighed.

『“You.”』 He transmitted the sensation of the density and extent of the man's soul.

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『“The Pahipiti.”』

For a good few breaths, Kalou Saha stood there, motionless.

‘Since he cannot sense souls on his own, is he incapable of processing the transmission?’

Remembering the man whose soul had imploded, Ferrudion looked at Kalou Saha's soul worriedly.

Fortunately, it looked fine.

“You are aholomagam,” the man finally said.

‘Communicating with beings incapable of soul speech is frustrating.’

Learning a language was much easier when the other person could show you what the words meant.

Sensing Ferrudion's lack of understanding, Kalou Saha explained.

“This, the things you showed me, it is holo, yes?”

‘Does holo mean soul?’

Ferrudion sent him some more soul sensations and asked,

“This is holo (a soul)?”

“Yes! You can see holo (souls)!”

“Then is aholomagam the word for someone who can see souls?”

While Ferrudion felt that “see” was not quite the right word, he had yet to learn any equivalent of “sense” in their language. Perhaps they did not have one.

The man shook his fist twice in agreement.

“Then I am aholomagam (a soul-seer).”

At this, Kalou Saha looked both happy and grim.

“You are a strong soul-seer to see souls from far away.”

Ferrudion shook his fist.

‘I am a greater god, duh.’

“That pahipiti has a strong soul. If he plans to kill us, I cannot defend us.”

Ferrudion grinned.

“I can.”

Although these mortals were not exactly fun, their world was mysterious and interesting. He wondered what killing a mortal would be like.

Despite destroying countless bodies, Ferrudion had never actually killed anything. All his teacher's had been lesser gods and deities capable of restoring their bodies.

Kalou Saga bowed to him and then called over Kalou Dan before leaving.

Having not witnessed their conversation, Kalou Dan seemed excited.

“Pelou Dean-agam, can we go to the bow and wait for the pahipiti?”

Bow was the word for the front of the ship.

Ferrudion shook his fist twice and lead the way.

Soon, they were standing on the barely raised foredeck of the ship, waiting.

Ferrudion felt the souls drawing closer and closer until finally, they were visible to the naked eyes.

“Hoaa!” Kalou Dan exclaimed and Ferrudion sensed his amazement.

“Their ship moves so quickly.”

Ferrudion slightly increased the density of his soul and tried to sense the managy constructs layered unto the approaching ship.

‘Less friction, check. Rotors, check. Increased stability? And what's that?’

He felt eighty-six tiny constructs that seemed to be related to fire.

“Kalou Dan, their ship has eighty-six very small magics. What are they for?”

The teen pondered the question.

“Eighty-six of the same magic?”

“Yes.”

The teen scrunched up his face and then blanched.

“They have poupousa!”

“What are poupousa?”

“They are tubes,” the teen showed the shape with his hands, “And they spit out balls. Very fast balls.”

Ferrudion was just about to ask what kind of tubes would have lips and a tongue to spit with when a loud sound echoed over the water.

Moments later, an iron ball splashed harmlessly into the waters 10ft (3m) to the front left of the ship's bow.

“Poupousa!” someone shouted, followed by more discordant shouting.

“What are these balls used for?”

“To kill.”

No other balls followed the first. Instead, Ferrudion witnessed the other ship hoisting a black square up their empty mast.

“What is that?”

“A flag. They are pahipiti.”