132 A League of his own

"Master, they can't hear you." Boo appeared beside Varian and whispered. 

Varian looked at the floating little ghost with annoyance. "It was a cinematic moment, okay?"

"...but no one is filming you." Boo's face showed its innocence. 

'I just wanted to vent after staying in that damn place for so long.' Varian was about to throw an excuse when Boo said. 

"You want to act cool?"

"Fuck!" Varian felt like an arrow pierced his heart as he looked into those innocent black eyes.

"... Of course, that's part of the reason. But it'd be great if you stop being so explicit." He cursed and wielded his new black sword. 

It was one of the few functional things in the ghost ship's inventory, which lost almost everything except a few star treasures. 

They couldn't be called star treasures since they were manufactured outside the federation, but they were kinda the same thing or at least, he wasn't skilled enough to recognize the differences.