Red-Haired Shanks in Peril, the Seas Churn

"What a rare guest! What? Don't tell me you've changed your mind, Red-Haired? As a Celestial Dragon with pure blood, the Holy Land is your home!"

Within the Holy Land

Saint Mjosgard, who bore a deep hatred for Teach, kept trying to persuade Shanks, attempting to make him acknowledge his Celestial Dragon bloodline. But when he saw the icy coldness in Shanks's eyes, Saint Mjosgard wisely shut his mouth!

"I came here for only one purpose!" Shanks looked at the five Five Elders seated before him. Hatred churned endlessly within him, but here, he could only bury his emotions deep inside!

"What happened to the Gem Kingdom, you were the ones who sent people to do it, weren't you?" Shanks sat fearlessly across from them, staring coldly at the Five Elders.

"Heh! So what if we were? A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime! The king of some lowly commoner kingdom actually dared to lay his hands on the King's treasure! That alone was enough to sentence him to death!" Saint Charlos held his First Generation Kitetsu, his face full of disdain!

Shanks clenched his fists and slowly swept his gaze across the other Five Elders. Sure enough, just as he had expected, every one of them wore an expression of contempt. To them, even slaughtering an entire "commoner" nation was nothing more than a trivial matter!

"Hmph! That kingdom's king was sensible enough to hand over the King's treasure! If not for his decent attitude, that country would have long since vanished from this world!"

"Surviving after touching the King's treasure—only merciful people like us would be so tolerant!"

Their conversation pierced Shanks's heart deeply. What? Did they really think some insignificant king would know the purpose of that treasure? Better to kill