Seraphim? Devil Descendants!

"Don't eat so fast. All of this was prepared for you!"

Watching Aokiji wolf down his food, Mislanda could not see even a trace of the bearing expected of a Marine Admiral.

Once he had eaten his fill, Mislanda tossed him a newspaper.

"Take a look. The Marines have already come to rescue you. They're resting on an island right now and will arrive tomorrow!"

After all, they had traveled a long way. How could they not rest before a major battle?

That was why the Whitebeard Pirates had it tough during the Summit War too. They had faced a hundred thousand Marines, the Three Admirals, and the Shichibukai, all while crossing the Red Line to reach Marine Headquarters.

In one word: difficult!

And now, the Marines could be said to have experienced that hardship for themselves!

Looking at the news in the paper, Aokiji did not know what to say for a moment.

He truly did not want the Marines to come rescue him, because many people might die because of it.

"You don't actually need to feel guilty!"

Mislanda stood up, poured Aokiji a glass of red wine, and set it beside him.

"Whether you were involved or not, this war would have happened sooner or later. You merely brought it forward!"

The Five Emperors and the Marines were bound to fight eventually, and Aokiji was merely serving as the fuse now.

As long as that conflict remained, no one could change such an outcome.

Hearing Mislanda's words, Aokiji felt slightly better.

"To be honest, Aokiji, there are times when I admire you. Among the Three Admirals, Sengoku, Garp, and Vice Admiral Tsuru, the six of you, you're the one I think most highly of!"

"Those three old-timers are already up there in age, so let's not talk