"Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that? Want to die?"
Charlotte Cracker held six swords and cast Werther a disdainful glance.
Werther gave off no hint of power. He looked like an ordinary man, and Intent Blood was still sheathed in the Sword Sheath. No wonder Charlotte Cracker had failed to recognize him.
Werther was taken aback. These siblings had been wary of him moments ago, yet now they did not recognize him. Then he remembered: he had not deactivated Crimson Regalia. It was only half-active and consumed little stamina, so he had left it on.
"Thirty seconds."
"Ten seconds."
"Time's up."
A minute had passed, but the Charlotte siblings remained where they were, showing no sign of retreating.
"I gave you a chance to live. Why didn't you take it?"
Werther was not bluffing. Charlotte Cracker was a little weaker than Jack. If Werther fought him at full strength, he could finish the fight in ten minutes at most.
"Hmph. What an arrogant bastard."
Charlotte Pudding snorted and pulled the trigger.
A shot rang out, and the bullet left the barrel.
The long-barreled pistol in Charlotte Pudding's hand had been specially modified for far greater power. Otherwise, it could never have pierced Jack's defenses while he was coated in Armament Haki.
Clang.
A blue Sword Flash swept past. Werther knocked the speeding bullet away, and a sword appeared in his hand.
Drawing his sword and striking the bullet aside had been one seamless motion. To the Charlotte Siblings, a sword had simply appeared in the white-haired man's hand, while the bullet aimed at his head had vanished.
"Who are you? Someone like you can't be a nobody."
Charlotte Cracker stepped in front of his younger sister Pudding. Cruel as he was to outsiders,