Pregnancy

After receiving the order, Yuri bowed, then headed upstairs with quick yet remarkably rhythmic steps.

Ryan sat on the sofa, drinking tea as he waited. Before long, Demiurge came into view, dressed in a red pinstriped suit and groomed to perfection.

"Supreme One."

Demiurge descended the spiral staircase, approached Ryan, and greeted him respectfully.

Ryan nodded and pointed at the sofa. "Sit."

Demiurge obediently took a seat and turned his gaze toward him.

Facing Demiurge's gaze, Ryan pondered briefly before saying, "I've already given Whitebeard my opinion. If they make their choice when the time comes, help them as much as you can, provided it doesn't interfere with your plans."

"None can compare to your kindness and magnanimity. When the new government begins purging the seas, they will surely be grateful for your mercy!"

Demiurge's praise came in an almost lyrical tone, making the corners of Ryan's lips curl upward slightly.

"That's enough. You don't need to praise me any further. I just don't like seeing two sides that once got along well being forced into opposition."

Ryan waved a hand, as if it were no big deal.

Still, the smile at the corner of his mouth revealed his current mood.

He enjoyed being praised as well, especially after comparing it to Whitebeard and Ace's earlier reactions. Demiurge's words made him even happier.

After all, he truly had not harbored any bad intentions this time. He had offered his advice sincerely.

"What I said was not flattery. It was my genuine feeling!"

Demiurge shook his head and spoke with sincerity.

In this regard, he truly was not deliberately exaggerating. By his own principles, simply warning them in advance instead of tossing them all into a vat of oil and frying every last drop of profit from them was already an