"Seeing you like this puts my mind at ease. I imagine you won't have any regrets even if you die here today."
A young voice suddenly sounded beside Saint Laisimir's ear. His body instantly tensed, and he leaped straight out of his lounge chair, looking toward the source of the voice.
Two figures, one tall and one short, were slowly walking toward him. Seeing their familiar outfits, Saint Laisimir immediately recognized them.
"People from the Cross Guild. You barely escaped disaster, yet you didn't hide yourselves away. Looks like the lesson last time wasn't enough!"
Saint Laisimir looked at Buggy and Weiss and spoke casually.
Although the two were indeed somewhat stronger than him, they were both Devil Fruit Users, while he was not. At worst, he could jump into the sea and escape.
Neither Buggy nor Weiss had reached the point where he would be completely powerless against them.
"Heh, you're underestimating us far too much, and giving the World Government far too much credit. Saint Laisimir, times have changed. This is no longer an age when the World Government and the Celestial Dragons can hold absolute sway!"
Hearing Saint Laisimir's words, Buggy sneered and mocked him.
"That's right. In the past, no one would have dared ambush a Celestial Dragon like we're doing!"
After Buggy finished speaking, another voice came from a different direction. It was Kelt, holding the Tiger Soul Blade.
Looking at the three closing in around him, Saint Laisimir realized something was wrong. This time, he might be done for.
Abandoning any thought of tangling with the three, Saint Laisimir leaped straight toward the sea. Dignity was precious, but life was worth far more. Nothing mattered more than his own life.
But just as Saint Laisimir moved, the staff in Weiss's hand flashed with purple