Everyone on the beach focused on Leslie as he walked up to the soldiers who had suddenly appeared and stopped before them.
"Who are you?" the man who had shouted earlier asked, frowning at Leslie.
Leslie glanced at him without answering, then turned toward the mountain of flesh sitting in the carriage.
"May I ask if you are His Majesty King Antor?"
Two slits opened where the mountain of flesh's eyes lay almost entirely buried beneath fat, and a pair of lifeless eyes swept toward him.
"Who are you?"
"Greetings, Your Majesty Antor. I am the commander of this fleet, and I come from the Sains Continent. We came here to do a little business with the residents of Paradise Island."
"This time?" The mountain of flesh addressed as King Antor gave a soft snort. "This isn't your first visit, is it?"
The corners of Leslie's mouth lifted into a faint, cold smile.
This King Antor was the current ruler of Paradise Island.
According to the islanders, his people had likewise ended up here after leaving the Sains Continent long ago. They were supposedly the royal family of an empire that had existed on the Sains Continent at the time, so quite a few guards had accompanied them.
With that strength behind them, this so-called Antor Royal Family had maintained a firm grip on all of Paradise Island over the years, holding almost all its resources in their own hands.
Although the island was large, there was no force capable of challenging the Antor Royal Family. Thus, despite their having lorded it over the island for more than a thousand years, no one had truly dared resist them.
Now that Leslie had seen His Majesty the King for himself, however, all he felt was contempt.
Judging by the spectacle of