Faced with Vegapunk's solemn expression, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn stared at the Seraphim before him and fell into deep thought.
Only after a long while did he finally speak.
"At the next World Government conference, depending on the votes of the kings of each nation, I will place this proposal on the agenda..."
Retracting his gaze and turning it toward the bored figure, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn extended a hand in invitation as Vegapunk and the others slowly departed.
However, Vegapunk himself failed to notice York's innocent face as she cast a deep look at the Celestial Dragons of Mary Geoise, the reluctance in her eyes vanishing in an instant.
The white seagull flag fluttered in the wind. Seen off by only a handful of people, Vegapunk's ship headed back toward the Marine Eighth Research Institute.
"How much of your strength did you use against that Seraphim?"
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn was expressionless, his cold words sounding as though he were interrogating a prisoner.
"Strength? That is merely a rough distinction used to measure entities on similar levels. I have never believed that I would be reduced to the same standard of measurement as such a creation..."
"Also, mind your attitude, Saint Jaygarcia Saturn. Do not assume that immortality means there is no way to deal with you."
The merciless mockery made Saint Jaygarcia Saturn's face flush red, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on his cane.
"I am your creator..."
"So what? In my eyes, you are no different from those lowly human weeds below. Does an ant cease to be an ant just because it is a little bigger?"
That childish, lovely face radiated an oppressive presence that made Saint Jaygarcia Saturn incredibly tense. The sensation that his long life could be taken away at any moment was exceedingly unpleasant.
"Life