Charlotte Pudding's face lit up. She thought she had swayed Werther.
"Charlotte Pudding, do you know I have a habit?"
"What habit? If it's something we can accommodate, Mom will definitely agree."
Pudding was saying whatever she thought Werther wanted to hear. She was certain her mother would agree to work with him under these circumstances. If possible, her mother might even make the Thunder Swordsman her son-in-law. His fighting strength was above that of a Sweet Commander and below that of a Four Emperor. He was an extraordinarily powerful man.
"I'm a stubborn man. Once I promise someone something, I never go back on my word. I'll see it through even if it costs me my life. So what if I die?
"That's why people are willing to work with me despite my reputation. Ask anyone at sea when Werther has ever broken a promise.
"But Big Mom? She hasn't got a shred of integrity, and you're asking me to work with her? What a joke."
Werther knew exactly what kind of person Big Mom was. That Fierce Woman had forty-three husbands. Once they had children with her, she cast them aside or killed them outright.
Apart from a few favorite sons and daughters, she didn't care whether her children lived or died. Even the ones she loved most ended up as bargaining chips, sacrificed to political marriages.
Someone who didn't care about her own husbands or children was supposed to honor a promise? What a joke.
Werther would sooner believe the Earth was square than trust Big Mom.
Pudding's face went ashen. The negotiation had failed because her mother's character was too poor.
"Is there really no room for compromise?"
Werther ignored Pudding. There was no point in answering.
"I'll marry you. If you become my husband, Mom