Banquet of Kings

"That's right! How could such cheap garbage possibly be worthy of a banquet of kings?"

Along with that incomparably arrogant tone, Golden Flash appeared out of thin air in the courtyard as well.

Whether intentionally or not, the moment he saw Allen present, he immediately released a powerful aura that left the other Masters struggling to breathe.

After about a minute or two, this guy finally restrained himself slightly, raised his chin, and questioned, "If I remember correctly, only Heroic Spirits who are kings are qualified to attend today's banquet, right?"

"Ah! That's right!" Rider nodded lightly.

"Then why is Berserker here? Was he also once the king of some place?" Golden Flash's tone carried a strong note of provocation.

"A king? If you mean someone who ruled a country, then I suppose I barely count. At the very least, that's what the common people called me." Allen ignored the provocation and merely shrugged indifferently.

After all, Utopia, which he had founded in the One Piece World, was strictly speaking a kingdom—a nation standing in the New World and ruled by the Demon Pirates.

Furthermore, after Dragon and the Revolutionary Army established the New World Government, they had acknowledged Utopia as the new government's first member state. He himself had become the country's first, and also its last, King.

After that, the nation had gradually transitioned into a parliamentary republic, and no one had dared call themselves King again.

"Oh? A guy like you was actually a King!" Golden Flash revealed a thoroughly surprised expression.

He did not suspect Allen of lying.

Because nearly all Heroic Spirits possessed their own glory and pride, and simply disdained to lie about an identity like this.

"You think everyone is a thoroughgoing tyrant like you? Besides, you're just a pitiful fool who failed