Seven days later.
G-1 Fortress.
At the port stood a young man with short golden hair. He wore a suit and a devil-may-care smile.
Behind him stood a four-meter-tall man in a military uniform. His long arms were knotted with muscle and packed with explosive strength, and a greatsword hung across his back.
Long golden hair, cold eyes, and a scar stretching from the corner of his eye to his neck gave him a terrifying air.
Two masked agents stood behind them.
Admiral Sengoku, who had returned to Marine Headquarters, had been sent back again.
Beneath his calm gaze, he was quietly studying the envoys from the World Government.
Both the blond young man at the front and the powerful man behind him were terrifyingly strong monsters. They were young, too.
As for the two agents at the back, they had the strength of commodores, but they were only there to make up the numbers.
The Sterling Family.
The thought left Sengoku uneasy.
Before this, the only member of the Sterling Family he had known was Sterling Langman.
As a Marine Admiral, he had dealt with Sterling Langman, the finance minister.
The man controlled the distribution of the Marines' funding. He was a figure of enormous influence.
The Marines never received their entire budget at once. It came in installments, which made staying on good terms with the finance minister important. Otherwise, what was to stop him from delaying a payment by a few days?
This young man was Langman's son. Both his mother and his wife were Celestial Dragons.
This time, the World Government was using G-1 Fortress to discuss certain matters with two other powers. The Marines did not know the specifics.
Sengoku would be attending the talks, however.
After all, the trade that followed would certainly require