For the whole of October 1518, the world enjoyed a rare month of peace.
That did not mean nothing was happening at sea. In the chaotic Great Pirate Era, there was never any true peace.
It was just that the pattern of "something major happening" almost every month over the past three years had suddenly stopped.
After carefully taking stock, the World Government found that seventy percent of the messes had some connection, active or passive, to members of the "Pan-Titans Alliance."
Naturally, they no longer called it the "Great Angel Alliance" because the World Government had uncovered the "truth."
With this "troublemaking alliance" refraining from tearing the roof off this month, the Five Elders were truly grateful to those bastards.
But...
Bondrewd, who had deep ties to that bunch, had still presented them with a few problems lately.
Pangaea Castle, Dome Conference Room-
It was still that familiar meeting room, with curved sofas scattered around, looking much like a lounge for tea breaks.
The Five Elders sat on their respective sofas, facing the round table.
"So... we can't find them at all? The captured Celestial Dragons..."
Saint Warcury stroked his handlebar mustache as he studied the report before him, his expression grave.
As the "Warrior God of Justice," he was, in principle, responsible for everything related to "law and crime."
Bondrewd's kidnapping of the Celestial Dragons fell within his jurisdiction.
"What we've confirmed so far is that the eleven Celestial Dragons Bondrewd abducted are constantly changing locations. We can barely make contact with their chips, either..."
Saint Saturn, the Warrior God of Science and Defense, rubbed his temples. The Celestial Dragons' identification chips were under his jurisdiction.
Besides serving as access passes in the Holy Land, these chips contained the Celestial Dragons' personal information and could transmit signals within