Mary Geoise.
Room of Authority.
Saint Green's expression had become grim to the extreme.
Bang!
His palm slammed heavily onto the table.
"Enough!"
"This petty back-and-forth is completely meaningless!"
He raised his eyes.
"Deploy God's Knights. I'll lead them myself."
"Eight nations. We'll crush them one by one."
"No."
Saint Green abruptly turned his head.
"No again?"
"Are you planning to let them keep living?"
Saint Saturn ignored his anger. He merely studied the map of the eight nations on the table in silence before slowly speaking several seconds later.
"At the very least, before the World Government and the Navy completely tear each other apart, God's Knights are forbidden from openly descending to the lower world."
With a single sentence, he put an end to the matter.
Saint Green's gaze slowly turned cold.
"Saint Saturn."
"Have you forgotten?"
"The very reason we exist is to deal with matters like this!"
"I haven't forgotten."
Saint Saturn looked up at him.
"Precisely because I haven't forgotten, we can't act now."
Once God's Knights entered the eight nations, people would definitely die—and it would never be just a few.
The moment the suppression began, it would inevitably turn into a large-scale bloodbath.
At that point.
Rock would only need to use the set of Fleet Admiral principles he had just made public and openly send the Navy into the eight nations to protect civilians.
If it truly came to that, would God's Knights retreat or fight?
Leaving aside whether God's Knights could even stand against the Navy, Mary Geoise was clearly not prepared yet.
More importantly, there was something Saint Saturn had not voiced aloud—something only he knew best.
Many times, it was not that he had no way of bypassing the net Rock had spread across the seas.
Quite the opposite.