Aboard the Red Force, Red-Haired Shanks held the receiver and looked at the Den Den Mushi wearing a metal helmet before him.
"I hope you can do me a favor, Mr. Babbage..."
By this point, Shanks had somewhat... well, he hadn't exactly cooled off about the matter.
But he wasn't as furious as he had been two months ago.
After all...
During the first month, Satellite Shining had nearly driven him into the sea.
Shanks knew the Five Elders had ordered it. Although both he and the Five Elders worked to maintain a balance, and sometimes cooperated,
their core objectives differed. This wasn't the first or second time they had set traps for each other.
During the second month, Bondrewd had stirred up another massive mess. He had nearly gotten Shanks's older brother killed.
A whole string of troubles had followed, and for the sake of the bigger picture, Shanks had been forced to approach Whitebeard again.
As a result... Uta had already been "in the hands" of the Great Angel for two months.
It wasn't that Red-Haired Shanks wasn't anxious.
But even as one of the Four Emperors, he wasn't the Golden Lion. He couldn't fly. He had to sail like everyone else, and after two consecutive disruptions, there was nothing he could do about not making it in time.
Shanks had two concerns about the Great Angel.
The first was naturally his womanizing, since his reputation was excellent in every other respect.
The second was that Shanks always felt the Great Angel had some ulterior motive. Although the various signs didn't necessarily suggest he intended to "do evil," something about him felt strange. That was why Shanks didn't want Uta becoming too deeply involved with someone like him.
*-I should have bought one of the Mechanical King's flying