Unbeknownst to God, or God Knits

"Ugh! I wonder if Saint Donquixote and the others can succeed!"

In the grand and magnificent room, only Saint Mjosgard remained. He was deeply worried, afraid that the invading Pirate Alliance would refuse to withdraw. After all, the two sides were sworn enemies! If it were them attacking enemy territory to rescue their companions, they would clearly keep attacking after reaching this point!

"Ugh!" Saint Mjosgard sighed. He silently prayed, hoping everything would develop in the direction they wanted...

About five minutes passed, and Saint Mjosgard grew increasingly anxious. Then, someone suddenly knocked on the door!

"Who?" Saint Mjosgard's racing heart trembled. Could Saint Donquixote and the others have returned? No way, how could they be so fast?

"It's me! Garp! Open the door, please. The Marines have a plan to wipe out the Pirate Alliance, and we need to discuss it with you!" Garp's voice came from outside. Saint Mjosgard froze. Garp? Hadn't the allied forces already been defeated? What could the Marines alone possibly do against such a terrifying Pirate Alliance?

Yet, driven by the confidence he had gained from holding power for so long, as well as the last sliver of hope in his heart, he did not hesitate. He got up, walked to the door, and opened it. Sure enough, Garp stood there in tattered clothes, draped in a miserable Marine Justice coat. His face was covered in blood, but his eyes were filled with incomparable excitement!

Saint Mjosgard's heart lurched. The emotion in the other man's eyes was unmistakably delight! Did this mean they truly had a way to defeat the Pirate Alliance? That would be wonderful! They could eliminate an extremely terrifying enemy, and his own safety would be better assured!

The instant the door opened, Garp's heart settled. Though he had been quite