A Pact Is Made

Whitebeard paused, clenched his fist, and felt the power coursing through his body. As if he had made some sort of decision, his tone became slightly more serious as he spoke.

"Back then, I did want to change certain things, but as a remnant of the old era, there isn't much I can do anymore. This body couldn't support me being willful, either. But now..."

At the end of his sentence, Whitebeard's voice trailed off as he looked toward Yaen.

Yaen raised his eyebrows slightly, vaguely understanding what Whitebeard meant.

After a moment of thought, Yaen patted Kong and Ying beside him and said gently,

"Staying by my side at such a lively feast isn't a good idea. Go on. Since you've already begun your journey across the sea, go and learn more about the different things out there."

Ying's cheeks were puffed out with food. She blinked at Yaen, not understanding what he meant for a moment, before Kong pulled her up from her seat and led her toward Marco, Ace, Jozu, and the others.

"Oh, right. No drinking, and no spouting nonsense..."

At the end, Yaen still reminded Kong and Ying not to accidentally reveal anything related to their identities.

Once Kong and Ying had walked a little farther away, Yaen finally looked up at Whitebeard and said, "Looks like you've made some sort of decision, Whitebeard."

Whitebeard set down the wine jar in his hand. A hint of drunkenness showed in his eyes as he spoke with a domineering air.

"Now that I've obtained a body capable of supporting my willfulness again, if I don't do something, I'm afraid that fellow Roger—who used his own life to create an era—will look down on me."

Yaen reminded him, "Whitebeard, according to my judgment, Pure Gold can only slow