Inside the assembly hall, the vaulted ceiling soared overhead. Light streamed through stained-glass windows, illuminating the varied faces of delegates from across the world.
The atmosphere was solemn. Only Gern's voice, carried by the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's unique transmission properties, echoed clearly into every corner.
"From this day forward, wherever Marine authority reaches, no one of any race or background may be bought or sold as a slave!
The slave market, that cesspit of evil which tramples life and dignity, must be abolished completely, torn out by the roots!"
Gern stood on the raised platform, straight and tall as a pine, his Fleet Admiral's cloak hanging behind him.
His gaze swept over the lavishly dressed kings and noble representatives of the former World Government Member States seated in the front rows, their expressions varied.
Beyond their fear of the Celestial Dragons and the tribute they paid them,
these people were often the principal buyers of slaves themselves, using them to flaunt their wealth, provide labor, or satisfy private desires.
"The Marines hereby issue formal notice to you all." Gern's tone brooked no argument, carrying the authority of the supreme commander.
"Abolishing the slave trade and the institution of slavery is one of the cornerstones of the Marines' new order.
I expect you all to comply voluntarily and put an immediate end to these practices.
Should anyone defy this..."
He did not finish, but that icy pause and piercing gaze were enough to send chills down many noble representatives' spines and leave them drenched in cold sweat.
They realized that the Marines meant business this time. These were not mere slogans.
Then Gern turned his gaze toward the far more numerous nonhuman delegates at the rear of the hall, whose emotions were visibly running higher.
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