Mary Geoise, deep within Pangaea Castle.
In the hall known to the world as the "Room of Authority," the air was heavy.
Five chairs were arranged in an arc, but only four were occupied at the moment.
Jaygarcia Saturn Saint, the Warrior God of Science and Defense, sat at the far right.
White curls spilled from beneath the brim of his flat cap, and the scar on his left cheek looked especially deep in the shadows.
He held a piece of encrypted intelligence between his fingers.
"Rocks' fleet passed through the Weeping Current yesterday."
Saint Nusjuro, the Warrior God of Finance, spoke.
"Judging by their speed, they should have just entered the Mist Triangle Sea by now."
"Faster than expected." Saint Peter's gaze sharpened.
"That man lost half his life at God Valley, yet he still has that kind of mobility..."
"The issue is his destination. All intelligence points to Fish-Man Island. He intends to take the undersea route into the New World."
Saint Warcury tapped the armrest with his fingertips.
"Absolutely unacceptable."
Saint Mars stood by the window with his back to the other four, his eyes fixed on the view outside.
"Lord Imu's will has been conveyed."
"Rocks must be destroyed before reaching the deep sea."
A brief silence followed.
Saint Saturn finally raised his eyes. "Then what is the plan?"
"Harald."
Saint Mars returned to the chairs but did not sit.
This was their long-standing understanding. Of the five chairs, only four would ever be occupied. Even if one was a double seat, one person had to remain standing.
"Wasn't he recently taken into Lord Imu's ranks and assigned to clear pirates in the Mist Triangle Sea?"
Saint Peter narrowed his eyes.
"You mean, send that king of Elbaf... to intercept Rocks?"
"The best way to prove