At the bow of the giant ship stood Harald, dozens of meters tall.
"Rocks."
"My orders are to stop any pirate crew heading for West Blue."
"So if the giants fought with all their might, sinking your fleet would be a piece of cake."
Harald's gaze shifted to the distant horizon.
"See that ship in the distance? The World Government is keeping an eye on us."
Only then did Rocks spot the surveillance ship on the far-off horizon.
Rocks grinned, his smile tinged with a little mockery and a lot of understanding.
"So you think this will earn you some credit with the World Government."
He took a step forward, his voice rising sharply.
"You're underestimating us, Giant King!"
"If you just sit back and let us slaughter each other, I'm sure the Government will pardon you.
"No, more than that—they might even reward you for helping them get rid of a major threat."
"Because no matter what you do, you're still a madman who wants to change Elbaf, aren't you?"
The words struck like a blade, piercing Harald's calm facade.
The Giant King's pupils contracted slightly, and his grip tightened around his greatsword.
Elbaf—the homeland of the giants, known as the "world's strongest nation."
But few knew that the country was facing a deep internal divide.
The Conservatives insisted on upholding ancient traditions, believing that the giants should remain pure and stay out of conflicts in the human world.
The Reformists, led by Harald, believed the giants had to keep up with the times and forge a closer alliance with the World Government to ensure their people's survival.
The rift had lasted for decades.
And the World Government had taken advantage of it, using its "support for the Reformists" as leverage to secure the giants' military aid.
"Can we