The Tyrant's Final Act, the White Healing Kingdom!
Held aloft, Wapol kicked wildly, his face turning blue and purple, and for the first time, genuine fear appeared in his eyes. "What... what do you want to do... I am the king!!"
Roy turned around, facing all the people, his voice resounding throughout the square in the cold wind:
"He banished doctors from the entire country, causing countless civilians to die from illness."
"He embezzled state funds, causing people to starve to death."
"He abused his royal power, massacred the rebellious people, and used iron and blood to seal off the entire island."
With each word spoken, the crowd in the square became more moved.
From the initial fear --
From utter astonishment to utter shock--
Then came the uncontrollable rage and fanaticism!
"He's a devil!!"
An elderly man with white hair knelt on the ground and wept bitterly. "My wife and my granddaughter both died because of his policy of banning medicine!!"
"Kill him!!"
"Avenge my brother!!"
"Give us justice!!"
In an instant, roars and cries erupted like a tidal wave, surging across every inch of the snow-covered square.
Roy looked down at Wapol, his gaze chillingly cold.
Did you hear that?
"These are the 'people' you speak of, and this is your final judgment."
"I am the King of the Affiliated Nation!! I am recognized by the World Government-- "
"Snap--!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed out!
Roy twisted his fingers and "broke" Wapol's neck in front of everyone. His fat body fell limply to the snow, like a lump of dead flesh.
"Bang."
The dust settled, no bloodshed was seen, and the fear dissipated.
After a brief silence, the entire square suddenly erupted in deafening cheers!
"Thanks!!"
"Hero!!"
"Sir Navy!!"
Countless people spread the news, some wept uncontrollably, some lifted their children high, and some scattered herbs into the air, as if holding a feast of herbs to celebrate this day of liberation!
Chopper stared, mouth agape, at everything before him. "He... he really killed the king..."
Kureha gazed intently at Roy's calmly standing back and sighed slowly.
"It's not killing, it's purging."
However, at this moment, no one noticed—
The moment the "corpse" hit the ground, Roy's fingertips trembled slightly.
"Whoosh."
With Flash of spatial energy, Wapol's "corpse" on the ground was quietly transferred by spatial abilities.
As the snowstorm subsided, the sun broke through the thick clouds, casting golden rays onto the pristine snow and onto the faces of the people who had just emerged from the darkness.
They gazed at Roy standing on the high platform with piety and reverence.
Roy spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet like a resounding bell piercing through the snow: "The future of this country—"
"It's up to you to decide."
In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.
Seconds later, a wave of shouts erupted from the depths of the crowd, growing louder and louder. "Dalton!!"
We need Dalton!!
"Only he is worthy of entrusting our future to!!"
He was the only knight in their hearts who never fell.
Drum Kingdom: Underground Prison
In the dimly lit, damp cell, the man, clad in chains, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Mr. Dalton! Come out quickly!! The people in the square are calling for you!!"
Dalton, the protector of the state who had been imprisoned for resisting Wapol, was finally carried high out of the jail by the people.
He stood in the center of the sun-drenched square, gazing at the familiar snow-capped mountains and the unfamiliar hope, his eyes filled with awe and excitement.
"I... what have I done to deserve this...?"
He murmured to himself, looking at Roy on the stage.
Roy patted him on the shoulder, his tone calm and firm:
"The people's choice is the best answer."
"Effective immediately, the Drum Kingdom Reconstruction Committee will have Dalton as its interim leader."
The whole nation applauded and cheered.
More importantly, this announcement, like a carrier pigeon, flew to all parts of the world...
The following day, doctors around the world returned home.
Ships from various sea areas, including the North Blue, the South Blue, and the Grand Line, set sail one after another.
"Finally... I can go home."
"Wapol is finally down!"
"We want to restore the glory of magnetic drums to the World Medical Map!"
An elderly doctor with white hair placed his hand on the shoulder of a young colleague, his gaze resolute. "Come on, young man, we must rekindle hope for this country."
Holy Land Mary Geoise Power Hall
In the Five Elders' Conference Room, around the huge mahogany table, the atmosphere momentarily froze.
Saint Nusjuro on the table in fury, his face turning ashen. "Roy actually executed the king of Affiliated Nation without authorization?! This is a serious overreach of authority!! He must be punished!!"
Saint Warcury coldly echoed, "Disrupting order, damaging the system! Once this is set in stone, everyone below will follow suit!!"
Just then, an urgent intelligence report that had just been transmitted from the magnetic drum was handed to the table.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter slowly unfolded, his brows twitching slightly:
[Analysis of the Current Status of the Drum Kingdom]
Former King Wapol implemented an extreme ban on doctors, leading to the collapse of the national healthcare system and a surge in mortality rates.
Roy, together with local doctors, restored medical care to the public and facilitated the transfer of power;
The public spontaneously elected Dalton as interim leader, which proved highly effective in maintaining stability.
Medical professionals are returning to China one after another, and the research and education system is about to be restarted;
The new government has promised to increase tax revenue, and "Heavenly Tribute" is expected to grow by 20% in the future;
There were no riots or protests nationwide, and international public opinion was overwhelmingly positive.
After the five people finished reading, they fell silent for a moment.
Saint Mars sighed softly, "Although the king is dead... the people have no objections."
Saint Saturn put down the report, "And he also guaranteed to hand over even more 'Heavenly Tribute'."
Saint Mars Old Star: "He actually revived a dying Affiliated Nation..."
Saint Nusjuro gritted his teeth in frustration. "What is this?!"
Saint Saturn spoke slowly, his voice low and deep:
What else can we do?
"--We have to pretend to admit it, even if we don't."
Several days later, in the White Healing Kingdom
The country, shrouded in snow and wind, is quietly experiencing a rebirth.
Dalton officially ascended to the throne as "Acting Governor," repealing the old laws, opening up healthcare, and rebuilding the education system.
Doctors who had been expelled from around the world returned, and the laughter of children and the ringing of hospital bells once again filled the snow-covered streets.
As reforms progressed, a name symbolizing New Era was proposed—
"We are no longer the Drum Kingdom ruled by tyranny."
The initial proposal was "Sakura Kingdom" to commemorate the gentle haven in the hearts of countless people when cherry blossoms fall like snow.
But during a casual chat over tea, Chopper cautiously peeked half his face out from behind Dr. Kureha's legs and whispered:
"How about... calling it 'The White Healing Kingdom'?"
"'White' represents snow, and also purity..."
"'Healing' means both cure and hope..."
The room fell silent instantly.
Dalton murmured thoughtfully, "White healing... hope and revival in the white snow..."
Ultimately, it passed unanimously.
Thus, the White Healing Kingdom was born.
Its Kingdom Emblem is a green herb blooming in the snow, symbolizing life and healing light that does not die out even in the cold winter.