Just as Rosward was basking in self-satisfaction, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside.
Even the palace trembled slightly.
"Ah! An... an earthquake?"
"Maybe it's thunder."
"You idiots! Can't you tell that's the sound of cannon fire?" Rosward curled his lip disdainfully. "Someone, go find out what happened!"
"Honorable Saint Rosward, it's a riot—a slave riot." Serpent Eagle, who had previously gone out to capture people, appeared at that moment and said, "Just now, a madman released all the slaves from the major auction houses. Those slaves have joined together, fleeing while frantically disrupting public order."
"Now, the entire Sabaody Archipelago is in chaos."
That was precisely why he had rushed back without stopping.
Of course, he did not dare mention that.
He could not expect these Celestial Dragon lords to be moved by it. More likely, they would blame him for daring to underestimate the "wise and mighty" descendants of the gods.
After hearing Serpent Eagle's explanation, the Celestial Dragons were not frightened in the slightest. Instead, they felt a faint thrill of excitement.
After all, they instinctively believed that no one in this world would dare show disrespect toward the descendants of the gods.
"A slave riot? That sounds pretty interesting!"
"Those lowly commoners actually have the courage to resist?"
"Everyone, I've thought of a new game." Rosward smiled. "How about we ask the Marines for a few warships, then fire cannons from the shore? Whoever kills the most lowly commoners wins."
"Yes, yes!" A snot-nosed Celestial Dragon shouted excitedly. "Upgrading a shooting contest into a cannon-firing contest is simply too much fun!"
"What a perfect idea!" The Celestial Dragon who had already planned to play this killing game was beside himself with excitement. "I was worried your slaves wouldn't be enough to display my bravery. Now it's