"You... you dare come closer?! I am the Admiral appointed personally by the Queen, Fleet Commander!... If you kill me here, once we return to the Kingdom, it will not end well for you!... No! Don't come any closer..."
"Heh heh!..."
De La Cosa sneered, staring coldly at the half-curled Columbus, but did not take a step closer, nor did he appear smug. He simply maintained a grim expression, scanning Columbus's half-bent, tense left leg, and the right hand hidden in the thatch, and said coldly.
"Enough! Stop pretending!... Columbus, you are a stubborn mule who loves kicking people, a wild dog who can't hold its tongue. But you are never a treacherous snake, much less can you disguise yourself successfully in front of me!... Take out your right hand! Do you want to suddenly ambush and kill me? You don't have that ability!..."
"... Diamine! You damned, treacherous snake!..."
