In Zephyr's office, Zephyr sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped behind him as he earnestly "lectured" Tsugikuni Yoriichi.
As one of the Marines' pillars, Zephyr remained remarkably calm in the face of Tsugikuni Yoriichi's heinous crimes. He knew very clearly what Tsugikuni Yoriichi had done in the first half of the Grand Line. Though he had already stepped back from the front lines, his intelligence network was still exceptionally well-developed.
Some things reached his ears naturally, even without him deliberately seeking them out.
There were not many people Tsugikuni Yoriichi wanted to see after returning to Headquarters—just those old seniors who had always looked after him.
Zephyr was naturally one of them.
Yoriichi did not conceal his intentions when facing Zephyr.
Zephyr had already guessed at Tsugikuni Yoriichi's movements when he left the Red Strait. Combined with the intelligence he knew and Yoriichi's current actions, he had long since pieced together most of Tsugikuni Yoriichi's purpose.
Therefore, when he learned directly from Tsugikuni Yoriichi that he had truly cut down members of the Holy Knights, Zephyr was not surprised.
He merely felt that Tsugikuni Yoriichi had acted far too rashly, and that his plan had been far too crude. It was nothing like the disciple he had taught!
Zephyr's attitude toward the Celestial Dragons had always been rather ambiguous.
In Zephyr's eyes, the Celestial Dragons were nothing more than false gods artificially placed upon pedestals under a twisted system of world order.
When such beings stood safely atop those pedestals, they could indeed, to a certain extent, unite people's hearts and standardize their thoughts. They did provide some help toward the peace of the world.
But false gods were false gods in the end. When malformed monsters without divinity stepped down from their