Werther sat quietly on the King of the Sky's back as it flew through the clouds, and began to meditate.
Meditation was the best way to pass the time and calm his emotions.
More than a month on the deserted island had left Werther's clothes somewhat tattered.
After meditating for a long time, Werther took off his worn clothes and put on his Dragon Hide Coat.
Ever since the Dragon Hide Coat had been damaged in a fight, Werther had taken it off before battle.
But he had once been in the habit of fighting while wearing it, so the hem was still slightly torn.
Against the coat's pale red patterns, the damage along the hem did not look bad. It even lent it a weathered air.
The wind rushing toward him lifted Werther's hair.
He had not cut it in so long that it was starting to cover his eyes.
Werther took out a long dagger and cut away the strands hanging over his eyes.
After a moment's hesitation, he took out a short length of black cord and tied his hair into a ponytail so it would not interfere with him in battle.
Monet was good at cutting hair, so Werther planned to have her trim it when he returned to Dressrosa.
Werther would never let a stranger near his head with scissors. He had plenty of enemies.
He was not afraid of dying, but being stabbed to death with scissors would be downright embarrassing.
At Werther's command, the King of the Sky flew at full speed. It took him only six hours to reach the skies above the Red Line.
That was partly because the deserted island was not very far from the Red Line.
As soon as he entered the airspace above it, Werther sensed a