Roger was still on the move, and Shiki had a rough idea of what he was after.
He had no intention of stopping him.
But Shiki still desperately wanted information about the Ancient Weapons.
His previous campaign against the Roger Pirates had failed. Although he had held back, the fact remained that he had not defeated Roger.
That did not mean he had given up.
He would use any means necessary to fulfill his ambitions, wouldn't he? That was the kind of man he had always been.
In the end, he still had to return to reason.
Everything he was doing now was preparation for the future of the Flying Pirates.
He also wanted to know exactly what Roger intended to do.
As fellow pirates, they were bound to have some room for cooperation.
"Looks like I'll need to find a time to talk to Roger."
But that would have to wait until the Roger Pirates had finished that task.
Operations against the Marines, however, could begin ahead of time. Wearing down their strength would be worthwhile, and killing those young Marines before they matured would be even better.
"The Elite Training Camp? Let's see how much that hurts you."
At that thought, a cold gleam flashed through Shiki's eyes, and a murderous aura radiated from his body.
Reinhardt, who was handling business nearby, sensed Shiki's aura and hurried over to him.
He knew his governor had something in mind, but he said nothing and waited for Shiki's instructions.
The Marines could not be allowed to keep developing in peace, either.
The youngsters under him had been living a little too comfortably. He needed to give them something to do.
The Flying Pirates' enormous Pirate Army had grown rather large, too. Who knew how many people among them were simply