When Aramaki returned to Mary Geoise, his expression was grim.
Having his target forcibly snatched from his hands by a Fish-Man who had appeared out of nowhere was practically an insult to him.
Yet, to Aramaki's surprise, the Five Elders did not punish him.
Room of Authority.
After reading the battle report, Saint Saturn spoke calmly.
"Doflamingo was severely injured. The objective has been achieved."
"Joker is merely a pawn of the Underworld. Whether he can be brought back is not important."
Warcury Saint said coldly, "What matters is that the Underworld now understands that the World Government can still reach them."
"Next, expand the scope of the crackdown."
"Everyone who took the opportunity presented by the fall of the two Emperors to pick a side must be taught a lesson."
Aramaki stood before the long table, his gaze dark.
"Too troublesome."
The Five Elders looked at him.
Aramaki raised his head, not the slightest hesitation in his voice.
"As long as every person who refuses to obey the World Government is eliminated, the world will naturally return to order."
"Fish-Men, non-member nations, the Underworld—it makes no difference."
"Those things that do not understand the rules never should have had the right to choose."
The Room of Authority fell silent for a moment.
Then Nusjuro Saint slowly nodded.
Mars Saint looked at Aramaki, and a trace of scrutiny appeared deep in his eyes.
"Then go and do it."
"The World Government will be your strongest support."
Aramaki grinned. He liked those words.
A blade did not need to understand why the world was complicated.
A blade only needed to know whom to cut down.
And that was precisely the kind of blade the Five Elders needed.
Sharp.
Obsessive.
Powerful.
Willing to strike on behalf of the Holy Land at those