Chaotic Dreamscape

"I just have a few questions for him."

The king was used to command, and years on the throne had given him an imposing presence. But Moyun showed no fear.

The king frowned deeply. Could this boy be one of Christol's people?

In the past, he might have taken men over there at once. But Christol was their nation's greatest enemy.

He could never let anyone rescue Christol. If he did, even dying to atone for it would not make up for his crime.

"What do you want to ask him? I won't let you see Christol. I'm going to kill him right now."

"I know you must hate the Big Mom Pirates."

Moyun stared straight at the king.

The king's fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Of course he hated them. The king could not understand why Big Mom had sent someone like Christol to rule their country.

They had done nothing wrong.

"What if I told you Christol isn't one of the Big Mom Pirates?"

"What did you say?"

The claim shook the king.

How could any pirate dare pretend to serve a Yonko?

No, that couldn't be right. Every month, they handed over a set amount of milk for Big Mom, and they had made every delivery.

If the milk had never reached Big Mom, she would have been furious. Yet apart from Christol's oppression, nothing else had happened on their island.

"What on earth is going on?"

The king spoke under his breath.

Moyun glanced at the king's stricken face. "Take me to Christol. I have a theory, and I want him to confirm it."

"Do you have any proof he isn't one of the Yonko's people?"

"Don't you find it strange? Why would a Yonko's man stay on your island all this time when nothing