Sengoku sighed.
"Then let's leave it at that."
He picked up the Den Den Mushi and issued orders to the Sabaody branch.
After setting down the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku looked at the enormous sea chart on the wall, at the location of the Sabaody Archipelago, at the entrance to the New World.
"That monster..." he said quietly. "He's finally leaving."
Sabaody Archipelago, Grove 13.
The Cipher Pol agents were scrambling.
"Saint Rosward! Please return to the Holy Land with us immediately!"
The Cipher Pol member in the black suit bowed, sweat on his forehead on the verge of dripping.
Before him, a man wearing a bubble helmet sat in a gold-plated wheelchair, holding a glass of red wine and looking utterly impatient.
"Return to the Holy Land? Why?"
"Because... because a dangerous band of pirates is approaching Sabaody. For your safety-"
"Dangerous pirates?" Saint Rosward sneered. "I'm a Celestial Dragon! A world noble! What pirate would dare lay a hand on me?"
The Cipher Pol member bowed even lower.
"It's... the 'King Slayer,' 'Silver-Haired' Norton!"
"Norton?"
Saint Rosward froze, his expression shifting. The wineglass in his hand shook, spilling wine onto his expensive robes. But he had no mind to spare for that.
"Then... then hurry up and get me out of here!"
He urged them on, his voice filled with fear.
The slaves beside him kept their heads lowered, but they could not help the faint upward curl of their lips.
Subservient as they were, they sometimes enjoyed seeing the lofty Celestial Dragons at a loss.
Yes, even the godlike Celestial Dragons could feel fear!
Of course, none of them dared reveal their true thoughts. The Cipher Pol members scrambled to push the wheelchair toward the harbor.
Along the way, several other Celestial Dragons were "invited" out of