The top-floor hall of the Army Headquarters' Justice Fortress.
Completely unlike the blazing intensity and tension of RL1111 Area.
The atmosphere here was quite relaxed.
Sunlight streamed through the arched windows of the spacious hall, spilling across the mirror-smooth floor.
The Army Headquarters' top brass had gathered here.
Raymond, still serving as Fleet Marshal of the Army Headquarters, sat on the main sofa.
On either side sat Bullet, chewing on a cigar.
Aramaki, lounging lazily against his chair, and Newgate, who took an occasional sip of alcohol.
Other than Sakazuki, who had accepted the challenge, only Crocodile was absent.
He was about to face eight consecutive Paramount Wars and was likely resting up at the moment.
Just then, the doors swung open.
Sakazuki, returning from RL1111 Area, strode inside.
His Coat of Justice swayed with his movements.
He then walked straight to his seat, his expression as cold and stern as ever.
"Good work, Sakazuki," Fleet Marshal Raymond greeted him.
Sakazuki sat down and crossed one leg over the other.
He expertly took out a cigar, lit it with his finger, and replied in an indifferent tone.
"It was nothing."
"I only raised my arm three times in total."
After exhaling his first puff of smoke, he added, "When Mereoleona gets out of the hospital, assign her to the 1st Main Battle Legion."
Although Sakazuki was about to be promoted to Fleet Marshal and would no longer directly serve as a legion commander.
The 1st Main Battle Legion would be handed over to Bullet.
His proposal still carried considerable weight.
"Oh?"
Douglas Bullet's smile grew even brighter at those words.
"I have no objections!"
"A woman who breaks through her limits in battle is exactly my kind of person!"
"Hahahaha!"
He greatly admired the tenacious will and potential Mereoleona had