"Thanks for bringing me here, Gana."
After bidding Judge farewell, Dimon activated Twisted Future, borrowing the power of the Teleport Fruit to instantly move onto the island.
The Germa Kingdom's ships did not dock at the harbor. As an army of evil and mercenaries, Germa's reputation was notoriously foul throughout the North Blue.
The people at the harbor saw Germa's flag and immediately went pale with fright.
"Quick, quick, quick! Notify the army! It's Germa—that damned mercenary force has come to attack us!"
"It must be a neighboring country that hired them! They're jealous of our nation's Lead Bone Ore!"
"Damn it, run if you don't want to die!"
The people at the harbor scattered in panic, fleeing toward the city.
Dimon transformed into the child Dio and followed the crowd toward the city.
This was not yet Flevance, the "White Town," but merely a port city. Minerals extracted from Flevance were processed here into exquisite tableware, paint, weapons, and more before being sold across the world.
Without lingering in the city, he found a passerby and asked for directions to Flevance.
Noon.
Dimon arrived at Flevance, the "White Town."
A name could be mistaken, but a nickname never was.
Just like its nickname, the White Town was white throughout. From the land to the vegetation, everything had been dyed a pure white, like a city buried beneath ice and snow—yet without the slightest chill.
It was a country as beautiful as a fairyland.
At that moment, Dimon sat atop the railing on the roof of the largest hospital in the city, his legs dangling in the air as he looked out over the entire city.
The city seemed to be holding a festival, and the streets were especially lively.
"By my calculations, Trafalgar Law should be six or seven