Baccarat stared at Werther, dumbfounded. Her first thought was that he was a madman, through and through.
"Do you know what would happen if you did that? If a battle broke out on that scale, the death toll could be in the thousands, even tens of thousands. What good would that do you? Don't you feel anything about so many people dying because of you?"
Baccarat was no saint, but she could never do something that would cost tens of thousands of people their lives, perhaps even more. Beside the man before her, she felt like a model citizen.
"Tens of thousands dead? Do you know how many people I've killed? Anyone who dies here will die because of greed.
"And this is Blackbeard's territory. If war breaks out here, he can forget about becoming one of the Four Emperors. He'll be lucky to hold on to what he has."
Ignoring the colorless look on Baccarat's face, Werther dialed a Den Den Mushi.
The call connected almost immediately.
"What is it? I'm eating. Didn't you just call me the other day? You're calling again already? That's a bit much."
Anita was chewing something as she spoke, and Werther couldn't make out a word.
"Swallow your food before you talk. What did you say? I didn't catch any of it."
In Anita's Restaurant, she was working her way through a steak. Servants, Guards, and Retainers stood nearby.
Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads when they heard Werther's words. Whoever's on the other end is dead. How dare he speak to Lady Anita like that? They began to mourn him already.
But to everyone's astonishment, their famously hot-tempered Young Master merely muttered, "Stupid baldy," then actually swallowed her food and stopped eating.
"Did you get the Den Den Mushi I asked