Still, with a Celestial Dragon this displeased, Sengoku had to do something. And as Fleet Admiral of Marine Headquarters, how could he not know about the slave auctions?
He had little choice in the matter, but the slave trade weighed on his conscience. After all, in a sense, he had "allowed" that lawless, inhuman business to continue.
By Sengoku's own principles, Ye Chen taking over the auction house and ending its slave trade was no bad thing. Sengoku was even a little relieved. At least Ye Chen was not utterly wicked. But faced with a Celestial Dragon's displeasure, Sengoku had no choice but to stand against him.
"Vice Admirals Chaton and Momousagi are on the Sabaody Archipelago right now. I'll have them speak with Ye Chen. Rest assured, Saint Rosward, we'll give you a satisfactory answer."
Saint Rosward nodded. "I have only one demand: the slave trade must continue as usual!"
After hanging up the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku slumped back on the sofa. He rubbed his temples hard and sighed again and again. When he thought of the oath he had once sworn alongside Garp, his brow furrowed even deeper.
He, too, had once wanted to uphold justice and fight every evil and unlawful act to the end. But it was too hard.
The more Sengoku learned about the truth, the more disheartened and powerless he felt.
In the end, it was not the World Government that called the shots. It was the Celestial Dragons. Whenever Sengoku's sense of justice clashed with their desires, justice had to give way.
The Celestial Dragons had tacitly approved the slave trade. Even the Five Elders had no authority to interfere.
Thinking of Garp made Sengoku a little envious. At least Garp did not have to deal with these vexing matters. He could