Marineford, the former Marine Headquarters, had received a new name after the Holy Church dealt with the World Government: Light of the World, a land under God's protection.
At the largest port in the New World, kings of neutral kingdoms with tolerant, reasonable policies could be seen everywhere, along with leaders of many different races.
"King of Kenya!"
"King of Rodri!"
"It's been so long!"
"Indeed, my old friend. Our last meeting was ten years ago, wasn't it?"
"Haha, it was at the Fifth World Conference, wasn't it?"
"King of Rodri, the world has changed so much! A lot of us old fossils are missing from this conference, aren't they?"
"Indeed! King of Kenya, if I hadn't treated my people reasonably well, I probably wouldn't have made it here either!" the King of Rodri said wistfully.
"Who would have thought even the mighty World Government would one day come crashing down!"
"Be careful with your words, King of Kenya. That was the false government. The current World Government is the Radiant Federation!" the King of Rodri reminded him discreetly.
"Yes, yes! That was careless of me. How do the younger generation put it again? The wicked old society, the evil, filthy false government!"
With that, the two exchanged a glance and smiled with their lips pressed together.
"Exactly! Times have changed! Now that the exorbitant Heavenly Tribute is gone, the people have an easier life. As their king, I find that deeply gratifying!" the King of Rodri said with a faint sigh.
"That may be true, but the new government isn't so easy to fool either!" The King of Kenya quietly leaned toward the King of Rodri's ear and began whispering.
"I hear the Holy Church intends to place severe restrictions on us kings. We'll still be kings in name,