Lulusia Kingdom

Grand Line · Paradise

Lulusia Kingdom

As one of the World Government's affiliated nations, Lulusia Kingdom's port had always been heavily guarded.

The pristine white city walls reflected a blinding glare beneath the sun, while flags symbolizing royal authority snapped fiercely in the sea breeze.

Patrolling soldiers marched back and forth along the walls and harbor passages, their steps orderly and their gazes alert—

Everything appeared perfectly orderly.

Yet within these waters wrapped in "safety," an utterly inconspicuous small ship quietly docked.

The vessel had clearly been disguised.

Its sails were faded, its patches plainly visible, and several old scars had even been deliberately left along its hull. It looked no more than an ordinary merchant ship making a living along the sea routes.

The wooden planks creaked softly.

Two figures stepped down from the ship.

The one in front was a tall man.

His fluffy golden hair hung loosely around his shoulders, while his signature crescent-shaped golden mustache had been deliberately trimmed into a somewhat messy state.

His dark green shirt looked subdued and plain beneath the sunlight, and a cloak trimmed in burgundy draped behind his shoulders, swaying gently with every step.

As the cloak shifted, the naginata tightly wrapped in strips of cloth could vaguely be seen beneath it.

Even though he had deliberately restrained his presence, that steady, mountain-like pressure forged through countless battlefields remained impossible to completely conceal.

—Whitebeard, Edward Newgate.

Even in disguise, he was still a king.

Compared to him, the figure beside him appeared especially "small."

His flamboyant pineapple-shaped hair gleamed beneath the sunlight. His build was still somewhat lean, and his steps were light while his expression remained natural, as though he were not infiltrating a World Government-affiliated nation at all.

Marco looked around as he walked, his usual smile hanging