Arrival

The mood between the two had hit rock bottom. Tension hung in the air.

"Do I have to say it again?" Saint Mars roared.

If he took all the blame, he was finished. His standing with Lord Imu would plummet.

And when the "plan" was complete, the "reward" he expected would probably be much smaller.

They might have been cold toward ordinary people, but they treated their fellow Celestial Dragons relatively well.

The Five Elders were all founding-figure-level powers. Losing even one would cause a massive upheaval.

"If you two keep arguing, Lord Imu's punishment will be more than we can bear," Saint Warcury said grimly.

Saint Nusjuro added, "Can you both be quiet for a moment? Use this time to think about how we're going to deal with the aftermath!"

Saint Mars snorted, then released his Fruit form.

Blood stained his inverted-V mustache. The sorry sight drew glances from the others.

"Where's that bastard Swain?" Saint Peter asked, though he already knew the answer.

By now, they probably wouldn't catch a glimpse of him.

For the hundred years he had ruled the world, neither Roger, who had reached Laugh Tale and learned the truth of the world, nor Dragon, who was notorious for trying to overthrow the World Government, had ever made him feel this stifled.

For all the trouble those two caused, they were grasshoppers at the end of autumn. They wouldn't be hopping for long.

So what if Roger became the Pirate King? In the end, his head was displayed for all to see as a warning to would-be troublemakers.

As for Dragon, once they found his Revolutionary Army headquarters, one burst of Lord Imu's destructive divine light could wipe them out completely.

Neither of them had ever humiliated him the way Swain had today.

Saint Peter,