It took a villain to deal with a villain. Clearly, the island's so-called god could only submit when faced with someone like Werther.
If Werther hadn't been here today, Aokiji and Garp might not have killed the Mermaid after seeing the mark on her body, let alone forced her to submit.
Werther beckoned Monet over. Once she had shaped the snow into a huge armchair, he sat down with an arm around her and waited to hear everything that had happened to the Mermaid on the island.
The Mermaid laboriously crawled over to Black and kissed him on the cheek, paying no mind to the dirt and blood on his face.
"My name is Ohm Samantha.
It was twenty-one years ago. I was still young then, living on Fish-Man Island with no idea how frightening the outside world could be. I didn't even know what humans looked like until a band of pirates passed through."
Werther raised a hand to interrupt her.
"Get to the point. I'm not interested in your life story. Your hometown, your parents—I don't care about any of it."
The Mermaid showed little reaction to the interruption. She lowered her head, as though recalling something painful.
"When I was ten, I heard my companions describe the beautiful amusement park in the Sabaody Archipelago, and I became curious.
You've guessed it. I went up to the surface alone, and people from the Sabaody Auction House caught me.
I later learned they waited there every day for mermaids to appear.
At the auction, a human wearing a transparent bubble helmet bought me for five hundred million Beli. I was worth five hundred million Beli.
At first, I had no idea how enormous that sum was. Only later did I realize how valuable I was.
Young mermaids were considered