"Looks like things went smoothly. They even printed the paper in full color. They really spared no expense."
Werther tossed the newspaper aside and went back to his breakfast.
Baccarat, who was eating with him, picked it up. Once she saw the details, her pupils contracted.
As a boss aboard the Ark Maxim, she knew better than most how hard it was to get a newspaper to print whatever you wanted.
And she swore she had never seen a newspaper print its illustrations entirely in color. It was a complete break from the solemn black-and-white style they had always used.
Baccarat knew those illustrations all too well. She had witnessed the scenes herself yesterday.
"Who exactly are you? Being a Shichibukai isn't enough to pull this off."
In the end, Baccarat couldn't help asking.
"Are you sure you want to know? Unless you want those surveillance fanatics at Cipher Pol hunting you to your death, you're better off not knowing."
Baccarat promptly nodded and quietly returned to her breakfast.
Just then, a Den Den Mushi rang. Werther took it from his pocket watch and was surprised to find it was the one Kaido had once used to arrange their duel.
"Click." Werther answered.
"Werther, it's me, Tillman."
The old man's voice came through the Den Den Mushi. Werther remembered Tillman well: he was the one who had once invited Werther to become the fourth calamity, the Thunder Calamity.
"Yeah, it's Werther. What's this about? I didn't expect the Beasts Pirates to contact me. Shouldn't you be busy right now?"
"Oh, we certainly are. You blew open that Gold Mine of Greed, then went and announced it to the world. That takes nerve."
Werther was startled. How did Tillman know he had done it? Hardly anyone should have known. Aside from