At the Antonio Family's Villa in Mary Geoise.
Werther sat alone in the Meeting Room, with Intent Blood laid flat on the round table before him. He was tending to the blade.
The Meeting Room door opened, and the Chief Steward hurried in.
"Werther, here's the information you wanted. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll leave you to it."
The final battle with the Antonio Family was only three days away. The Chief Steward was extremely busy.
"Thanks."
Werther sheathed Intent Blood and picked up the information the Chief Steward had left behind. It was nothing more than a small sheet of white paper.
The paper read:
Antonio Alexander.
Seventh Clan Leader of the Antonio Family.
Strength unknown. He had proposed the creation of the Celestial Dragons, a status the World Government had accepted.
Age: 521 (estimated).
Had killed several Antonio Family clan leaders. Possessed an overwhelming desire for power, had always remained in the shadows, and was extremely dangerous.
The file was sketchy at best. Aside from the name and age, Werther already knew everything it contained.
"An old monster who's lived for over five hundred years? Unbelievable. He must be some kind of Devil Fruit User."
Werther tore the paper to shreds. The man gave him an intense sense of danger, yet a smile spread across his face.
"Kill me or be killed by me. We'll settle it in three days."
Werther relaxed against his chair. He would spend the next three days getting himself into peak condition, then face his enemy with everything he had.
"Lord Werther, there's a call for you."
A black-clad servant entered the Meeting Room and respectfully handed Werther a Den Den Mushi.
"Who is it?"
"The Marines. Vice Admiral Tsuru."
The servant kept his head bowed, his manner