Though he was badly wounded, he had no intention of resting.
Wyper simply sat cross-legged on the deck, gazing at the scenery outside.
There was nothing much to see anyway—only an endless expanse of white clouds, which he had long since grown tired of.
"Where are you going?" Wyper suddenly asked after coming back to his senses.
Yet Bane once again did not answer his question. Instead, he asked, "What exactly did you mean by the unfinished responsibility and duty you mentioned?"
He was not someone who trusted others easily, but perhaps because of Roronoa Zoro, Wyper had developed a favorable impression of these people from the Blue Sea.
That was right. Even though Zoro had beaten him badly, Wyper truly admired him, and by extension had gained a certain degree of goodwill toward Bane and the others.
Especially Bane. He wanted to know why someone like Zoro would be willing to follow him.
"Our ancestors once promised their friend that they would ring a bell and light a lamp to guide him toward Shandora," Wyper said softly.
"Mont Blanc Noland." Bane nodded, looking as though he understood perfectly.
Those words left Wyper frozen. More than ten seconds later, he suddenly snapped back to his senses. "You know him?"
"Yes. In the sea where we come from, there is a story called Liar Mont Blanc Noland." Bane patiently began recounting it.
It was not a long story. Bane finished it in barely ten minutes.
At the same time, Wyper, who had shown not the slightest weakness despite his serious injuries, was now already crying uncontrollably.
After great difficulty, he pulled himself out of his emotions and looked at Bane, speaking with some agitation. "He wasn't a liar, much less some Liar King. More than four hundred years ago, we all