Lorne picked up the liquor on the table, poured two glasses, and pushed one toward Dragon.
"Power and rule would only become chains binding my hands and feet. I don't need a burdensome title like that."
Dragon picked up his glass, his brow furrowing slightly as a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
"If you have no desire to conquer the world, why go to such lengths to build Fearless Fortress and assemble such a massive armed force?"
"If not to rule, what is your ultimate goal in gathering all this power?"
Lorne tilted his head back and drained the liquor, then slammed his glass onto the table with a dull thud.
"I've only ever had one goal."
Lorne slowly raised his head, suffocating brutality and killing intent churning in his black eyes.
"To scatter the ashes of every Celestial Dragon in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise."
A burst of savage Conqueror's Haki flashed from Lorne's body, making the entire solid-wood table creak faintly.
"Whether it's the Five Elders or the Holy Knights, anyone who stands in my way will be ground into pulp by my fists."
"I'll raze Pangaea Castle and make those high-and-mighty parasites disappear from this world for good."
Dragon's hand abruptly froze around his glass. The liquor sloshed violently, spilling several drops onto his rough hand.
This guy...
Dragon's pupils abruptly contracted, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.
He built his forces purely to wipe out the Celestial Dragons completely?!
No political ambition, no designs on world domination-he simply wants to physically erase that rotten ruling class!
His resolve is even purer than I imagined, and he's crazier than anyone else on these seas!
Dragon took a deep breath, steadied himself after the tremendous shock, and drained his glass.
"Destroying Mary Geoise-that is