The god Gan Fall spoke of was naturally Ross.
In fact, Gan Fall had recognized Sanji at a glance—recognized him as Ross's biological son.
But Sanji was from Conis's hometown, so naturally, Gan Fall stood with Conis from the bottom of his heart.
That girl was practically a child he had watched grow up.
Since this was a task Conis had secretly entrusted to him, and Sanji clearly had no intention of exposing the truth in public...
Gan Fall was more than happy to play along.
"Who is your god?"
Suppressing the overwhelming speechlessness in his heart, Sanji forced himself to ask.
That was not a question he wanted to ask at all.
His troublesome little sister had used his mouth to ask it again.
Gan Fall frowned slightly, clearly puzzled.
Sanji obviously knew already, so why ask such a pointless question?
But the next second, realization struck him. His expression sharpened, and he immediately straightened his back before speaking solemnly:
"Our god is known as... the Lord of Hell!"
The Lord of Hell?
Sanji rolled his eyes hard in his heart.
These days, even Hell was under the World Government's jurisdiction.
In other words, didn't that make his old man the Lord of Hell?
No matter how it was phrased, it was still the same person.
His sister really did not dare let her fabrication stray even a fraction into the absurd.
Still, the title was intimidating enough.
"Pfft! A Sky Island god floating ten thousand meters in the air actually calls himself the Lord of Hell?"
Yasopp endured the agonizing pain in his abdomen, but he could not hold back a derisive laugh.
To him, these country bumpkins from some remote backwater had clearly never seen the world, which was why they dared to give themselves such an