Bondrewd advanced toward the main venue through streets thick with smoke.
The Devil Fruits offered as prizes were, after all, among the objectives of this operation.
He still had to do what was necessary.
"Whoa, are you 'Bondrewd'? You've actually got the guts to break into 'God's hunting grounds'? Don't tell me someone you love is here?"
Saint Shepherd Sommers, dressed in a black military uniform, jumped down from the town's clock tower, landed in front of Bondrewd, and asked with casual abandon.
He genuinely couldn't quite understand it.
He knew the whole story behind the God Valley Incident, too. The spark had been the person taken from Hachinosu.
But Rocks had indeed harbored a more dangerous objective.
Still, even Rocks had only dared to challenge the Celestial Dragons head-on after gathering a host of monsters, including three of the current Four Emperors.
What was the deal with this Bondrewd standing before him?
According to the latest intelligence, aside from the man himself, the submarines causing trouble offshore constituted the entire attacking force.
-That made no sense.
"I see. Love, is it? Splendid~ I never imagined a Celestial Dragon would approach the question from that angle. It seems I shouldn't have judged you by stereotypes, Mr. Celestial Dragon."
Bondrewd stopped and answered in a gentle, courteous tone.
"My name is Bondrewd. Might I ask your name?"
This left Saint Shepherd Sommers, who had already prepared for battle, momentarily stunned.
Indeed, by Celestial Dragon standards, he could be considered a laid-back gourmet.
He was nowhere near as cruel as his peers.
He simply had a more artistic appreciation of "love."
"Oh! I'm Saint Shepherd Sommers. I permit you to address me as 'Saint Shepherd Sommers.' You understand 'love,' too? Love means hurting one another! Those we love all have thorns, don't