That morning, Werther took Number Three to sample some local food in Dressrosa.
"Werther, how long will it take to load the weapons? The sooner, the better. I need to get back to Mary Geoise as soon as possible. I don't feel at ease being away for too long."
Werther could see that Number Three had no interest in sightseeing, so he took out a Den Den Mushi and contacted Dellinger.
"How's the loading going? About how much longer will it take?"
The roar of machinery came through the Den Den Mushi.
"Lord Werther, the cargo's almost loaded. We're checking the inventory now. By the time you get back, it should be ready to sail."
Werther nodded, pleased. The Donquixote Family worked fast.
"Let's go. The cargo's nearly loaded. Once we get back, you can set sail with it."
The two soon returned to the Underground Harbor.
The Underground Harbor was no longer quiet. Donquixote Family members were checking cargo in great numbers, and the whole harbor had grown noisy.
Among the Donquixote Family members were figures dressed in all kinds of clothes.
They were the Guards Number Three had brought with her.
"Number Three, the cargo's been checked. We can sail whenever you're ready."
A middle-aged man jumped down from a ship and approached Werther and Number Three.
He wore a gleaming suit of full armor that clacked with every step. A Knight's Sword hung at his waist.
Number Three nodded, then looked back at Werther.
"Werther, this is where we part ways. But I'm sure we'll meet again."
Number Three was about to turn away, but the armored man remained where he stood, gripping his Knight's Sword.
"Carmensen Grang, what are you doing?"
Number Three immediately noticed something was wrong with him and stopped.
Carmensen Grang's breathing grew