"Celestial Dragons."
A pair of greenish-red eyes looked toward Saint Skilrum, filled with mockery.
"What are you waiting for? Take down this lowly commoner who dares to show contempt for the Creator!"
Saint Skilrum was furious. This man had brazenly blocked his way and was showing him such contempt.
He would turn him into a slave and gouge out those eyes.
That was how arrogant the Celestial Dragons were.
There was nothing in this world they dared not do.
Because they were gods, the Creators!
"Just as stupid as ever."
Tall and slender, he stood upright, his white hair braided into two plaits that hung over his shoulders. He wore a plum-red shirt, blood-red trousers, and black leather shoes trimmed in gold.
A wide blood-red cape draped over his shoulders. Beneath it, he wore a checkered shirt, with a blue rose pinned at his neck. In his hand was a slender umbrella with a bat-shaped handle.
Most unusual of all were his scarlet eyebrows. His whole presence exuded a wicked, bloodthirsty air.
"Why does this man seem familiar?"
A pirate thug watching from the shadows wondered.
Their instincts told them this was no ordinary man.
"Hey! Could that be..."
Someone swallowed hard, his eyes suddenly widening.
"I feel like I've seen him somewhere too, but I can't remember."
"That's a Great Pirate, known as the Red Earl, Lone Red—the solitary Ryde."
"What?"
"What's someone like him doing here? Shouldn't he be in the New World?"
"This is going to be good. The Celestial Dragons are used to running wild, but in someone like him's eyes, they're nothing but trash."
"Saint Skilrum, we should stand aside for now!"
The Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral rested a hand on the sword at his waist, clearly on high alert.
"What? You're telling me to