Is Justice Something Others Get to Define, Sengoku?

The office was deathly silent. Sengoku's pupils contracted, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy and cold.

"Zefa... what exactly did you see in Mary Geoise?"

"A horrifying sight. Something like Yomi from the legends of Wano Country, like the hell of myths and rumors. It's hard to believe that place is the World Government—the superior of the Marines, who uphold justice."

For a moment, Sengoku's thoughts drifted away, returning to the scene he had glimpsed from afar outside God Valley more than twenty years ago.

After a long silence, Sengoku raised his head. His expression was solemn as he stared at Zefa before speaking each word slowly.

"Give it up, Zefa. Whether it's you as a Marine Admiral or me as Fleet Admiral, trying to uncover those secrets will lead to no good end."

Hearing that unexpected answer, a trace of surprise flashed through Zefa's eyes. He had not expected Sengoku to answer like that.

"Even investigating them will bring their pursuit?"

"To them, whether it's a Marine Admiral or a Fleet Admiral, once someone becomes involved in secrets they have always tried to conceal, they will not hesitate to erase them. Ohara is the best example."

Having received a definite answer, Zefa found it difficult to accept. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his expression darkened with anger.

"Does it not matter if someone who should not exist is sitting on the Throne of the Void, which represents fairness and equality? Answer me, Sengoku!"

The news was so shocking it made one forget how to breathe. It exploded beside Sengoku's ears, soaking him in cold sweat as a chill shot up from his tailbone to the top of his head.

"What did you say? The Throne of the Void—the throne representing fairness and justice between nations—someone dared to sit