Werther had been searching for his sister's whereabouts.
Yes, his sister. That boy had sacrificed his soul to accomplish just one thing.
He had made Werther gradually feel that the girl was his own sister, so Werther would protect her.
Werther did not mind. He knew that gaining something meant giving something up.
What he had gained was a chance at a new life. All it had cost him was having one more sister. Wasn't that a bargain?
By his rough estimate, it would still be a while before Kizaru arrived on the Island. Still, he might as well get there early. If he botched this, getting information about his sister would become much more complicated.
So Werther went straight to Mangrove Zone 7.
By the time he arrived, the place was in chaos. Crowds of civilians packed the streets, fleeing toward other districts.
To the ordinary residents of the Sabaody Archipelago, a Marine Admiral was hardly a welcome sight.
Only people who had never seen an Admiral fight would dream of meeting one.
The residents of the Sabaody Archipelago knew just how powerful Marine Admirals were—and how much destruction came with that power.
Getting caught in the aftermath of a Marine Admiral's battle could cost you your life. Worse, your death would mean nothing. No one would care. If your family went to the Marines seeking justice, congratulations: a Marine prison would be waiting for them.
In this chaotic age, there was no Absolute Justice or absolute evil. There was only victory.
Before long, all the ordinary civilians had evacuated. Only people of uncertain identity wandered the streets. Some pirates even slipped into empty homes to steal valuables. It was, after all, a perfect opportunity.
Werther found himself a high perch and waited for Kizaru. With nothing else to