Big Mom fell silent. From what Werther had just said, she had a feeling he might really sink Fish-Man Island.
"Then how about we make a deal, Thunder Swordsman of Sword Intent Hall?"
Werther was stunned to hear her mention Sword Intent Hall.
But when he considered Big Mom's standing, it no longer seemed surprising.
"So you know where I come from?"
"Of course. We make sure to investigate enemies like you."
Hearing the edge in Werther's voice, Big Mom's mood improved. She popped another dessert into her mouth.
"Go on. What kind of deal?"
Unease stirred in Werther's chest.
"Hand Fish-Man Island over to us, and we'll forget about those three graves. Otherwise, I'll send someone to dig them up."
At those words, Werther's eyes began to turn crimson.
A pale red mist actually started seeping from his body. The moment the survivors in the banquet hall saw it, they instinctively crawled away.
Shyarly, who had fled outside the hall after sensing something was wrong, collapsed to the floor. Her body shook uncontrollably.
Could a human really give off an aura like that? It's terrifying. I have to get out of here. I have to run, right now.
Shyarly desperately wanted to flee, but when she remembered her first Fortune-Telling about Fish-Man Island, she stopped.
Part of the reason Werther could unleash such a terrifying presence was that Intent Blood had risen to the rank of Supreme Grade Blades.
Werther strode up to the trembling Pekoms and stamped hard on his shell.
A tremendous force slammed into Pekoms. Fine cracks appeared across the shell on his back.
"Big Mom, you win this time. But if you dare touch those three graves, I'll have a surprise for you.
"I hear your Totto Land is made up of plenty of separate