Demon King Nash looked calm. He knew the limits of the Demon King Pirates.
They could not compare to the Flying Pirates, and he had no ambitions on that scale.
Born into the minor nobility, he preferred stability, managing his territory and building it up.
As for loftier goals, they were beyond him.
Defeating the Five Peaks Pirates would only give the Demon King Pirates more territory.
Even if the Five Peaks Pirates were destroyed, the Black Emperor Pirates were rising fast.
For him, this war was one he had to fight.
He wanted to weaken the World Government.
If he hoped to rule his corner of the sea, the World Government was his greatest enemy.
The other Sea Emperors would not set their sights on his territory.
There might be friction between them.
The Overlord Dragon Pirates were the likeliest source of conflict, but he knew them. There might be clashes, but nothing that would shake the balance too badly.
Unless he grew old.
If he no longer had the strength to hold his place as an emperor, younger pirates would drive him from the Throne and use him as a stepping stone.
But that was hardly likely.
He was fifty-one. As a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit User, he could maintain his fighting strength for another twenty or thirty years without trouble.
With the formidable vitality his Mythical Zoan gave him, on top of his own strength,
he might live to ninety, or even past a hundred.
By the time young pirates capable of threatening him appeared,
his son would be able to stand on his own, fully grown and ready to inherit his throne.
Asmodeus was his son, a Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit User with potential no less than his own.
At twenty, and after years of Nash's