The Germa Kingdom, another highly unusual nation, was currently the only country on the seas without fixed territory.
Normally, like an assembly toy, parts of the nation traveled across the sea atop enormous snails. When necessary, they would "combine" and reassemble the Germa Kingdom's territory.
A renowned family of assassins in the underworld, unlike Piekro's assassins, who were covered in stains and had no way of going legitimate, Germa had solved that problem centuries ago. After all, different circumstances could not be treated the same.
It had some standing in the underworld, its own scientific technology had driven the nation's prosperity, and it had enough connections to communicate with both pirates and the World Government.
Yes, it was Piltover.
In a sense, aside from its longer heritage, present-day Germa was merely an inferior version of Piltover located in the North Blue.
From that point alone, Judge was qualified to sit at the same table as Doflamingo.
There was nothing scary about overlapping paths of development. Whoever was weaker would be embarrassed. Even if Judge had acted earlier, outsiders would see him as nothing more than a clumsy imitator.
Of course, Judge had not realized that yet. Instead, he considered himself exceptionally wise. Since even Oran had chosen this path of development, that only proved its correctness.
"Dressrosa, King Riku has arrived!"
More royal families arrived one after another. Aside from Oran's acquaintances, no one paid much attention to him. At most, they marveled at the uniqueness of that ironclad ship.
Those more familiar with Oran had already gathered around him.
"Oran, it's been a long time."
"Is that Judge? You lot have really changed quite a bit."
"The strange one is you, isn't it? Seventeen years have passed, yet you look exactly the same as when you first boarded the