September 26, 1519.
A month had passed since the God Hunt Incident on Gran Tesoro.
In Pangaea Castle in the Holy Land, the Five Elders... breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, September had been quite peaceful.
"So far... there has been no word from Razor of any new moves by Bondrewd."
Seated on a sofa, Saint Warcury's handlebar mustache curled slightly upward, his tone rather conflicted. He hoped they could pick up Bondrewd's trail, yet feared he would cause another major incident.
Drake had merely reported that "Bondrewd isn't dead," a useless statement that came as no surprise.
"Hey... don't say things like that."
Leaning sideways against the backrest with his chin propped on one hand, Saint Nusjuro could not help rubbing his bald head.
The Izanbaron family he led had also come from a Japanese-style nation eight hundred years ago. They, too, had a superstition about speaking things into existence.
"With the trouble Bondrewd caused, all we can say is that it has been suppressed publicly. In private, the stories are spreading far and wide..."
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter noted that noticeably fewer members of the Celestial Dragon families were venturing out.
"There's nothing we can do. Until we catch his 'real body,' it's all empty talk... speaking of which, is that Great Angel arranging another marriage alliance?"
Saint Saturn gave a faint, rather peculiar chuckle.
Although the Great Angel was quite a troublemaker himself, his major exploits amounted to beating up two Shichibukai, sleeping with one, repelling Kaido, and forcing Red-Haired to retreat...
Those had all struck a nerve, but his reputation for arranging marriages all over the world was even louder. He was no cause for concern.
"Yes, with the princess of the Land of Songs, the nation Red-Haired destroyed. Speaking of which, there has still