Garen held the Black Blade Shusui in his hand, still looking somewhat dazed.
The Black Blade Shusui had originally been one of the Twenty-One Great Grade Blades, a famed divine weapon among swordsmen.
After Shusui appeared in Rayleigh's hands, marines such as Onigumo had further branded it as the "Dark King's sword."
Now, Rayleigh had given it to Garen, and even called it "spoils of war."
Garen could already imagine what a stir this black blade would cause once it appeared in his hands.
Yet Rayleigh did not hesitate any further. He merely turned his gaze toward Gecko Moria, who sat on the deck nearby.
When he had unleashed his Conqueror's Haki just now, he had deliberately avoided that direction.
Thus, across the entire ship, only Gecko Moria and Perona, who was cowering beside Moria, had not been affected by the Conqueror's Haki and remained conscious.
However, Gecko Moria did not feel relieved because of that. Instead, he sank into deep despair.
He knew why he was still awake—because Rayleigh had no need to use Haki on a dead man.
Rayleigh slowly walked up to Moria, his expression grave.
"Gecko Moria!"
Rayleigh called out the name word by word, each syllable carrying an oppressive force.
That soaring killing intent made Moria, who was already barely clinging to life, tremble all over instinctively.
"I spared you before because I wanted to give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."
"I never expected that not only would you fail to reclaim your convictions, but after escaping, you would intensify the tragedies you caused."
Rayleigh fixed Moria with a sharp stare.
"It seems some people truly deserve to die."
Moria remained silent.
A moment later, Moria laboriously moved his battered body and actually knelt before Rayleigh.
"You want to beg for