Beneath the Royal Palace of the Drum Kingdom, inside the mountain that towered into the clouds, stood a prison. It was the kingdom's only prison, and Dalton, the former captain of its royal guard and a user of the Zoan Ox-Ox Fruit, was locked inside.
Ever since Dr. Hiriluk drank the wine rigged with a bomb in front of Wapol and died, Dalton had been imprisoned here. He had tried to stop Chopper, then let him go.
Following the cold, damp passage, Chess and Kuromarimo walked on until they stopped before a cell.
"Dalton, Lord Wapol wants to see you!"
At the familiar voice, Dalton raised his head inside the cell. His body was covered in wounds. He looked at the two men who helped Wapol commit his crimes and spat in contempt.
"Pah! See me? Why the hell does Wapol want to see me?"
"You bastard! How dare you call Lord Wapol by name! Looks like these years in prison haven't taught you loyalty to your king or your Godland, Dalton, you traitor to the Drum Kingdom!"
Kuromarimo roared. He tore a ball of static-charged hair from his head and threw it at Dalton.
Crackle!
Electricity flashed through the darkness, driving Dalton down onto the filthy floor.
But even through the pain, there was no fear in Dalton's eyes. "Traitor? Wapol is the one who betrayed this Godland! Look at the Drum Kingdom now. Is it anything like it used to be?"
Dalton had always been tormented by Wapol's tyranny. He had been the kingdom's most loyal Guard, yet that loyalty had led him to arrest so many doctors with his own hands. In doing so, he had helped bring about the Drum Kingdom's ruin.
During his years in prison, he had come to understand that. Wapol was the