Summons

Saint Figarland Garling stood before the palace's enormous window, watching the figures depart in haste. A glint of satisfaction flashed through his eyes.

He gave a slight nod, a cold smile curling at his lips, as though he had already foreseen that these people would serve him without hesitation and carry out the tasks he had assigned.

That left him in an exceptionally relaxed mood.

"These people may all be pieces in my hand, but I still need to rely on them to complete some preliminary work."

He muttered under his breath, standing straight with his hands clasped behind his back as if contemplating something profound.

"However... I still cannot leave this mission entirely to them."

Though he appeared to have everything under control, his inner vigilance had not relaxed in the slightest.

His gaze drifted through the palace while his thoughts raced.

Garling knew that although these people appeared capable of helping him, he dared not underestimate any of them, especially Jin An.

"Jin An..."

He murmured, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"That brat may be young, but he cannot be underestimated."

He knew all too well that Jin An possessed not only extraordinary intelligence, but also a hidden strength that was even more frightening.

Remembering their previous encounter on the battlefield of Elbaf, Jin An's composure and swift reactions had even left him with a faint sense of unease.

He did not dare look down on any enemy, especially someone like Jin An, who seemed weak yet could reveal tremendous potential at critical moments.

Although the Neo Marines had now formed an alliance with Sengoku and the other Marines, Garling's instincts told him that Jin An would never let him off so easily.

He walked to the table, picked up a glass of red wine, and