For the past month or so, Crocodile had finally had a chance to catch his breath.
Aiven Lindsey's appearance had thrown many things out of his control, so he needed to reassess the situation.
For example, the Navy's moves.
And the clues he had about the Poneglyphs.
The opportunity would come eventually.
Crocodile waited patiently.
Then Aiven Lindsey got in touch.
Had he found something?
The Primitive Man was after the Poneglyphs too, so Crocodile was very interested in what Lindsey had discovered.
He went to the study and pushed open the door.
At a glance, he saw Aiven Lindsey drinking, a gentle smile on his face.
How annoying!
Crocodile asked, perplexed, "What did you call me here for?"
"Would you like to hear a fairy tale?"
Lindsey smiled and picked up an old book, introducing it leisurely:
"It's about 'music' and the 'Great Demon King'..."
"..."
"A fairy tale?"
Crocodile frowned, sat down on the study sofa, and habitually put an unlit cigar between his teeth.
No smoking in the study.
Basking in the afternoon sunlight, Crocodile let out a long breath and felt his mood ease.
"Go ahead. I'm listening."
Though it all seemed rather far-fetched, he had to admit that fate seemed to play a part in the Primitive Man's life.
What if there really was a clue?
"Glug, glug..."
"Whoa!"
Lindsey opened the book, took a long drink of fruit wine, and began telling the ancient fairy tale within.
In the distant past, at some point in history, a gifted musician was born.
His country had suffered through endless war and was on the verge of falling.
Countless people died beneath the invaders' blades, their blood flowing together into a terrifying torrent.
In his despair, the musician heard an echo from hell and composed the