The Celestial Dragon, Saint Charlos.
"Has everyone cleared the way?"
"Shoot every last piece of scum blocking the road!"
Saint Charlos shrieked at the top of his lungs.
The kings in the square bowed even lower.
Two masked men in black suits followed behind Saint Charlos, their footsteps silent.
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"Rear Admiral."
Ethan lowered his voice and gave Lorne a look.
"He's here."
"I see him."
Lorne did not rise. He remained seated on the stone pillar's base.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his golden eyes slightly narrowed as he watched the short, fat figure riding on a man's back.
The aura of Grit around his body rippled unconsciously.
"Hold back."
Ethan spoke at a volume only the two of them could hear.
"Fleet Admiral Sengoku said we must never lay a hand on a Celestial Dragon."
Lorne did not respond.
Riding his slave, Saint Charlos came eastward along the main path through the square.
As he went, he casually lashed the slave beneath him with his riding crop.
"Faster!"
"Faster!"
"Are you trying to get yourself killed, moving this slowly?"
The slave's back was already covered in lash marks, but he did not dare make even a groan.
As he passed an attendant from the Flower Wreath Kingdom, Saint Charlos casually whipped him across the face. The attendant clutched his face and fell to his knees without a sound.
"Ha ha!"
"Scum should crawl on their knees!"
Saint Charlos's party drew closer and closer, coming within thirty meters of the colonnade where Lorne sat.
Lorne took a deep breath, forcing the surging savagery back into the depths of his chest.
"Stop!"
Saint Charlos's piercing voice suddenly rose an octave.
Lorne opened his eyes.
Saint Charlos clambered off the slave's back and took two stumbling steps toward the