Werther breathed a sigh of relief after ending his call with Sengoku.
As expected, he was no good at battles of wits. He still preferred settling things with a fight.
"Have you found someone to take care of these children?"
Monet walked up to Werther and glanced curiously at the Den Den Mushi in his hand.
"It's settled. They'll send someone soon and contact me when they do."
"Can I ask who it is?"
Werther looked up at Monet. She really was curious, but it wasn't something he needed to keep secret.
"Sengoku."
Monet's mouth fell open at the name.
It wasn't Sengoku's fame that stunned her. It was the fact that Werther had asked Sengoku to take the children.
What was going on? A notorious Shichibukai was working with a former Fleet Admiral?
No matter how Monet looked at it, it felt strange.
Werther paid no further attention to her curiosity. He found a spot and went to sleep.
In an uncharted stretch of the New World, a Warship raced after a Pirate ship, staying close on its heels.
Cannonballs flew from the Warship at intervals. Its overwhelming firepower left the pirates unable to fight back.
"Get them! Ha ha ha! Those pirates must be crying with fear!"
"Yeah! Let's board them already! Why do those Pirates keep running? Have they heard how fearsome we are?"
Boisterous laughter and curses rang out across the Warship. They hardly sounded like Marines.
Compared with the Pirates fleeing ahead, the Marines in pursuit seemed more like Pirates themselves.
"Fire everything! Punch through their defenses. They're faster than us, so don't lose them."
At the command, the unruly-looking Marines swiftly formed up.
The Warship's barrage intensified, and before long, the Pirate ship ahead caught fire.
The man giving orders was the Warship's