Germa, Out of Print

Germa Kingdom Harbor.

Vinsmoke Judge stood alone at the edge of the dock, with two neatly lined squads of sturdy clone soldiers behind him.

"Louis..."

Judge murmured under his breath, his brows tightly furrowed as he considered why this newly risen king of the Underworld wanted to meet him.

"Could he be trying to absorb Germa?"

Thinking of the other party's policies elsewhere, where there had been no third option besides annexation or destruction, Judge suddenly considered that possibility.

At that thought, his expression darkened.

Just as he was considering calling out more clone soldiers as a precaution, the ship carrying Dawn and his group finally entered his sight.

"I want to see what this bastard is really after."

A guess was only a guess. Judge put on a formal smile and headed toward the ship's docking point. At the same time, to avoid the worst-case scenario, he immediately changed into his battle suit and armed himself fully.

Having just set foot on Germa territory, Dawn sized up Judge as he approached.

Judge wore a golden helmet, a black cloak, a belt and knee guards marked with the number 66, and an orange cape draped over his back.

He was clearly ready for battle.

"Not entirely stupid. At least he has the most basic sense of caution."

Dawn silently assessed him.

Lafitte stepped forward, elegantly removed his top hat, and bowed.

"Ho ho ho, Lord Judge, I'll keep this brief. Are you interested in leading Germa into joining us? Once we defeat those big shots of the dark world in the New World, handing the entire North Blue over to Germa wouldn't be impossible."

Though spoken casually, those words made Judge's expression grow even gloomier.

Handing the North Blue over to Germa to rule? It sounded tempting, but the prerequisite