At the entrance to the New World, the Red Line rose like the backbone of the world, towering into the clouds.
The elevator descended straight from Mary Geoise to the sea. Now, packed with people, it was slowly rising.
To attend the conference held once every four years, the monarchs of the World Government's member nations had begun arriving from all over.
Security in Mary Geoise had also been tightened considerably, lending the Holy Land a heavier atmosphere.
In a spacious, simply furnished conference hall, several sofas surrounded a long stone table. Nothing else adorned the room.
It was as if any other furnishings would have been superfluous to the people seated on the sofas.
"Understood. The Reverie is approaching. Once the tea party is over, come back and join Lucci and the others in guarding Mary Geoise."
"Yes."
The person on the other end replied coolly. Saint Saturn hung up the Den Den Mushi on the table, rested both hands on his cane, and sighed.
"In just two short weeks, the Straw Hat Crew have grown to this extent. We miscalculated."
Only two weeks ago, the news they had received from the Navy was that the Straw Hat Crew had lost to the Whitebeard Pirates on Thunder God Island.
Then, a few days ago, the incident in Dressrosa had suddenly erupted.
Two admirals, Fujitora and Ryokugyu, had actually been defeated one after the other.
And now he was suddenly being told that the Straw Hat Crew had defeated Big Mom!
This was ridiculous.
"Once news of Big Mom's defeat spreads, the Straw Hat Crew will have become a Sea Emperor in name as well as in fact."
Saint Nusjuro, the only one not wearing a suit but dressed instead in a samurai's garb, spoke gravely. His long sword rested