Arlong's appearance did not surprise Bright in the slightest.
Or rather, if this man had not appeared, that would have surprised him.
Ever since returning to Fish-Man Island two years ago and making an agreement with this man, he had been waiting for this day, hadn't he?
Waiting until he became strong enough to support a Fishman Empire built upon the surface of the sea.
And now, the time had come.
From the moment that bastard Morgans started calling him the Emperor of the Deep Sea in the newspapers, Bright had known this trouble would surely come.
The facts proved that he had guessed right.
"Anyway, come in first."
Bright stepped aside and let Arlong into the room.
"Your strength is completely sufficient now, isn't it, Bright?"
Arlong's face was full of excitement. "We can head for the surface!"
"Don't be so hasty, Brother Arlong."
Bright said, "Do you really think now is an appropriate time to head for the surface?"
"What do you mean?" Arlong froze for a moment. "Bright, are you going back on your word?"
"Of course not. Bringing this country to the surface and allowing all our compatriots to freely bask in real sunlight has been Fish-Man Island's cherished wish for centuries."
Bright first affirmed that Arlong's proposition was correct, then added, "But not now. Fish-Man Island's industries are all on the seabed. If we relocate rashly now, won't we have to start everything over?"
Arlong said, "No one said we had to abandon Fish-Man Island. We're just opening up another territory on the surface! We will rule both the deep sea and the surface. That is the Fishman Empire I envisioned!"
That did make sense.
Bright smiled. "But in that case, the compatriots who go to the surface will be exposed to our enemies, especially