Impel Down, Level Four-
The elevator near the warden's office suddenly started moving, its machinery and chains clattering.
When the doors opened, Golden Lion strode out first. Shiryu, Red Count, and Bullet followed in single file.
The distant Blood Pool boiled, and heat rolled over them from Level Four. The two men who had gone years without feeling any change in temperature relaxed their brows slightly.
"...Finally out, meow."
A "blue lion" hurried out behind the "first group."
His long blue hair resembled a lion's mane, with long white horns on either side of his head. Along with a thick beard, he sported a thin, drooping mustache.
He was a tall, muscular middle-aged roughneck, far bigger than an ordinary man, yet his voice was rather shrill, with a habit of adding "meow."
"Out of the way-Pizarro."
A voice like that of an "elegant villainess" came from behind Pizarro. A tall female prisoner with an enormous bust emerged.
Her devilish figure was paired with an equally devilish face.
Her heavy makeup was deathly pale, with bright red lipstick. Her long black hair was arranged in thick, witchlike twin tails. She had the long nose and ugly face of a traditional witch. The only difference between her and an old hag was that she was not quite that old yet.
"...Devon, hic... don't get so worked up..."
A massive drunkard staggered out, his enormous sausage-shaped nose especially conspicuous.
"Ah-hic..."
The drunkard swayed, but his footing remained steady.
As a user of the Sake-Sake Fruit, he could not actually get drunk.
The seastone had left him thoroughly miserable during his imprisonment. Once released, he had activated his ability and started guzzling liquor.
"-Hey. Where's this 'Alliance Leader' you mentioned?"
The last to emerge, sucking in his great stomach and barely squeezing through in