Kong, Neng, Pure

Pangaea Castle, Room of Authority.

"One world, two joint governments. This is a betrayal of that great person!"

"Heresy! This is heresy! The Eternal Federation is an organization even more dangerous than the Revolutionary Army. It must be eradicated immediately!"

The five Gorosei sat around that familiar little round table. Spread across it were several detailed reports on the origins and establishment of the Eternal Federation, and every one of them looked as though they had eaten shit.

The Reverie had drawn away the attention of nearly all mainstream media across the world. Coupled with the collective disappearance of Cipher Pol agents, they had not learned of this until today.

That was simply how this sea worked. Once they lost Cipher Pol's eyes and ears, and without media reports, even the Gorosei became useless deaf-and-blind fools.

"Saturn, you must give us an explanation. Didn't Cipher Pol swear that Vampire was dead? Then what is this? Not only is he alive and well, he has openly raised his banner and stood against us!"

Saint Warcury's boar-tusk-like beard trembled with rage as he roared his rebuke.

Faced with his colleague's undisguised attack, Saint Saturn opened his mouth, but only managed to squeeze out a few vague syllables.

He had grievances he could not voice. That was indeed what his subordinates had reported to him.

The man had clearly died, his heart had even been pierced through. How had he suddenly appeared alive and kicking in the New World, and even established some federation? How had things turned out like this?

"At this point, we have no other choice."

Saint Nusjuro slammed the cursed blade in his hand, still sheathed, heavily against the floor. The dull thud yanked everyone's attention back.

"How Vampire returned from the dead can be set aside for now.