Above the Peak, Inviting the Proprietress

Roya watched the Lord of the Coast, which was continuously rampaging in the distance.

Then he turned to Garp beside him and asked, "Vice Admiral Garp, why did you come back so quickly? Where's your grandson?"

Garp's expression changed when he heard Roya's words.

He immediately said to Roya, "We'll talk about that later. Let's deal with this Sea King first!"

"I can handle this one. I've happened to gain some special insights into Swordsmanship lately."

Garp paused, then nodded.

"I understand. Then I'll leave this Sea King to you."

With Roya stepping in, there was surely nothing to worry about.

Garp was completely at ease.

At that moment, Makino and the frightened people inside the tavern also came out.

When they saw the scene before them,

they only felt even more panicked.

Makino looked at Roya and said, "Admiral White Dove, Foosha Village has suffered from the Lord of the Coast for years. We'll have to trouble you this time. I hope you can eradicate it once and for all!"

As she spoke, Makino bowed deeply to Roya.

Roya nodded, then bent down and picked up a blade of grass from the ground.

Crystal-clear droplets still clung to the emerald-green grass.

Roya held the grass in his hand.

Looking at it, he murmured softly, "All things under heaven can become swords. Wherever the heart points, all things can be cut!"

No one understood what those words meant.

If the person before them had not been White Dove, the strongest admiral, they would surely have thought he was insane.

But just as those ignorant people were thinking that,

Roya suddenly stretched out his hand.

Then he slashed toward the distant Lord of the Coast with the blade of grass in his hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

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