No. 318: The World Destroyer / No. 319: It's All About Tactics

As a proud Celestial Dragon, when had he ever spoken so humbly?

This was the holy land of Mary Geoise, not Fish-Man Island!!

Saint Mjosgard couldn't still be caught up in his time on Fish-Man Island, could he?! This was his home turf! He needed to show the dignity befitting a Celestial Dragon!!

Francis screamed inwardly.

As they spoke, the group reached the pedestrian walkway. A soldier in heavy armor promptly offered a metal connector rod and smiled ingratiatingly at Saint Mjosgard.

"Saint Mjosgard, would you like to come up and try it?"

He remembered that Saint Mjosgard had been one of the Celestial Dragons most fond of this construction.

If he caught Saint Mjosgard's eye, he might rise through the ranks and even gain access to the heart of Mary Geoise.

After all, since Saint Homing's family had left the holy land more than a decade ago, the Donquixote Family, one of the nineteen royal families, had grown increasingly thin in number.

Saint Mjosgard was one of its central figures. His status and importance went without saying.

"...No. I can walk."

After a moment's thought, Saint Mjosgard glanced discreetly at Queen Otohime, then shook his head.

"Of course. I'll just—"

The soldier froze in disbelief before he could finish. Shocked as he was, he did not dare raise his head to question the decision.

"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and take me to those five old men. I have things to discuss with them."

Saint Mjosgard waved the soldier away, impatience creeping into his voice.

Strangely, that nasty attitude put Francis, who was walking ahead, somewhat at ease.

That was more like it. He hadn't changed a bit.

Somewhere on the Grand Line, in an unknown stretch of sea.

The dark night pressed down on the water, and in