Ain and Binz instinctively took a step back when they heard Werther's words.
"Thunder Swordsman, if you want something, just say it."
Werther raised an eyebrow.
"It's nothing major. I just want to know where the Marines store their Dyna Stone."
Werther had only used Dyna Stone once, but its tremendous power had captivated him.
If Werther had had Dyna Stone before, sinking Wano Country would have taken no more than two pieces.
Zephyr's face darkened as he struggled with the decision.
If he told Werther where the Dyna Stone was, there was no telling what the madman might do with it.
But if he refused, his two disciples would die here.
"What? Are your two disciples' lives worth less than information about Dyna Stone?"
Intent Blood slowly appeared in Werther's hand. A red gleam flashed through his eyes in the darkness—a sign he was about to kill.
"Even if I tell you where it is, will you really let my disciples go? Why should I trust you?"
If Zephyr were still a Marine, he would never have compromised with Werther. But the Marines—or rather, the World Government—had left him utterly disillusioned.
"No reason. Except that my name is Werther."
Zephyr fell silent, still hesitating.
"Looks like I'll have to help you decide."
Lightning flashed, and Werther vanished from Zephyr's sight.
When Werther appeared again, Intent Blood was already pressed against Ain's fair neck.
At the slightest touch, the sword's keen edge cut through Ain's delicate skin. A few drops of blood seeped from the tiny wound, leaving thin red trails against her pale skin.
"You have ten seconds to decide. Every five seconds, I'll kill one of them."
With Werther's sword at her neck, Ain stood rigid, not daring to move.
The gap in their strength was so vast