After assigning tasks to Borsalino and Aramaki, "Sakazuki" hung up.
Then, just like Carol, he began reviewing documents and making decisions. Of course, Carol would give everything a final screening before it was issued.
Below, Carol sighed softly and rubbed his temples.
"They've all been sent away. We should be fine for now..."
The Seraphim version of "Sakazuki" looked exactly like him, but fell far short in every other respect.
Although his aura was obscure and inscrutable, officers of rear admiral rank or above would clearly sense something wrong if they met him.
It wasn't that they had to hide this even from their own people at Marine Headquarters. Rather, Sakazuki couldn't disappear at a time like this. The New World was a powder keg.
The leaders on both sides were exercising restraint. If Sakazuki, the Marines' Fleet Admiral, suddenly disappeared now...
The pirates certainly wouldn't think he was dead. They would wonder what he was plotting, whom he intended to ambush or scheme against.
Such suspicions would unsettle everyone and cause the war to erupt ahead of schedule. That wasn't what Sakazuki wanted.
Carol stretched and let out a soft breath.
"Whew-"
"Sorting out the New World's earth veins..."
"What a massive undertaking..."
Beneath every island in the New World lay interconnected, evenly distributed magma veins. They could be thought of as gas pipelines.
Only the three End Point islands were different. Their openings were larger than those beneath other islands, and they were linked together. Over time, enormous magma reservoirs had formed beneath them. They could be viewed as three valves.
As long as they didn't erupt, there would be no chain reaction and no major problem.
If the first valve exploded, the second would suppress it.
If the second valve exploded, the third would suppress it.
But