Svalbard Island, an obscure island in the North Blue.
Like many islands across the sea, although it was inhabited, its population was too small for it to form a nation of any scale.
Generally speaking, islands like this would pledge themselves to a nearby kingdom and thereby become members of the World Government.
Yet today, this utterly ordinary island welcomed an extraordinary guest.
"Please, sit down first, no matter what."
The white-haired old man was named Wolf, and he was a renowned inventor on the island.
He was also the guardian of several notorious troublemakers from the island.
No matter what, he had never expected that on such an ordinary day, someone he had never imagined would suddenly appear before him.
"Thank you very much, but sitting on the floor is fine."
Wolf looked at the smiling man sitting cross-legged on the ground. After one glance, he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look again—only to be unable to stop himself from sneaking another glance.
"You don't need to be so reserved."
Bright, seated cross-legged on the floor, smiled. "I came to ask for help this time, so you don't need to be so polite with me."
"...Don't say something so stupid."
After taking a deep breath, Wolf's turbulent emotions gradually calmed. He snorted. "No matter what, one can't be casual around someone like you."
This man's name had long since spread throughout the world. Even Wolf, on this remote island in the North Blue, had heard it like thunder.
A monster in the truest sense, the man who ruled Fish-Man Island and was known as the Emperor of the Deep Sea.
Bright smiled. Generally speaking, Mr. Wolf, the way you were acting already counted as casual.
"Anyway."
Bright stretched lazily. "Allow me to impose on you for a