Iska felt herself being embraced by the other person, as if they were strolling through the clouds, passing through wall after wall, and at times even soaring into the sky or burrowing into the earth. This was entirely the power of a Devil Fruit, practically carrying Iska as though no one else was there.
The two of them, carrying little half of them on the journey, arrived unimpeded at the marine port, and there found a submarine quietly surfacing within the harbor.
The man did not directly open the submarine hatch; instead, he simply brought Iska and Ivankov right through the hull and into the interior of the vessel.
"Set sail." Seeing the three of them come straight up, the captain, who had long been waiting and ready, immediately issued the order.
This small, battery-powered submarine vanished soundlessly from the marine port.
"To be honest, I don't quite understand," Iska asked involuntarily, looking at her son who woke up and rubbed his eyes because he was sleeping uncomfortably in her arms. "Why not just take me away directly, instead of having two comrades take our place?"
"You are our comrade," the man, who moved like a swimming fish, said in a low voice. "Galdino and Bon Clay are also our comrades, but aren't the two guards standing outside the cage on the other side our comrades as well?"
"We couldn't possibly kill two people just to save you two."
"Besides, Bon Clay and Galdino have their own arrangements; you don't need to worry about their safety."
His words made Iska feel a bit better. She gently pinched her son's chubby cheeks and asked again, "Then where are we going now?"
"We're going to rendezvous with the main force now." After saying just that in a low voice, the man spoke