The Summit War (Final)

"Tut, tut, tut. Look at that face..." Brook tilted his head. "That really is... surprising."

"You can be 'surprised' too?" Garro's voice remained utterly flat.

"Me?" Brook's smile was radiant. "I'm very 'surprised'!"

Garro ignored his exaggerated performance. "You gave up an opportunity to hurt me just to tear off my cloak... Brook Lott, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"What am I trying to do?" Brook blinked. "Can't you guess?"

Garro's voice was devoid of emotion. "Trying to cause trouble for that family's abandoned infant? You should know that we of the Figarland family do not care in the slightest whether that bastard lives or dies."

"You of the Figarland family?" Brook's tone was unmistakably mocking. "As far as I know, your name is Figarland Garro—mind you, Garro, not some 'Saint Whoever.' Stop trying to flatter yourself."

The auras of the several Divine Knights around them all froze.

They all knew the truth.

They had not expected anyone to dare bring up this matter so bluntly before Lord Garro.

Garro's pupils contracted slightly, but his face remained expressionless. "Verbal attacks are ineffective against me."

Brook shrugged indifferently.

Honestly, his purpose in tearing off Garro's cloak had not been all that complicated.

He mainly wanted to have a little "fun" and, while he was at it, make certain people uncomfortable.

After all, that Red-Haired Shanks had insisted on putting on an air of lofty righteousness and coming before him to show off.

That whole "for the greater good" and "balance above all" act had disgusted him to no end.

Since Red-Hair loved hiding behind the scenes and playing chessmaster so much, Brook would expose that bit of dirty laundry from Red-Hair's family for everyone to "appreciate."

Besides, Brook truly was curious.

When the nearly identical faces of "Red-Haired Emperor"