When Leo stood up, he startled Hancock. He simply took her hand and led her toward his study.
His status could be said to have made him the most honored person in the world, second only to that man at the summit of the Red Line—Imu.
Yet his living conditions remained exceedingly simple. On Sky Island, he had only a small courtyard with a few rooms. The only slightly extravagant thing was diverting a stream into a water tank to serve as running water; beyond that, there were only these houses.
They were made from Sky Island's trees, gifts sincerely offered by its people.
They had even felled several enormous trees themselves, dragged them over to Leo's home, and forced him to accept them.
So Leo had no choice but to accept.
Aside from the cut-off scraps used as the framework for the walls, these great trees, which required more than twenty people to encircle, could easily be shaped into proper houses—they could even use the bottom of the house as the roots and bury the treehouse directly into the ground.
But since they had gone that far, Leo naturally asked Trafalgar Law to lend them a hand.
To Law, it was nothing more than a tiny matter requiring a flick of his fingers.
And so, this "little castle" was born.
Could unpainted wood really be lived in?
The Sky Islanders told him it could.
Thus, the interior of the great tree became three stories tall. The first floor was a public area, including Leo's study, where the Revolutionary Army's higher-ups would occasionally come by to drink with him or discuss matters.
The bond between them was, in truth, like that between an idol and his fans—after seeing Leo make a new decision, they wanted to scream, and when that