"Ma-ma-ma-ma... you're finally here!" A wild grin spread across Charlotte Linlin's enormous face. "Pero!"
Pero looked at the mountain of a woman at the far end of the table, then at Kizaru beside him, who had already broken into a cold sweat. An amused smile tugged at his lips.
He turned toward Kizaru and teased him in a voice neither loud nor soft, "Borsalino, it looks like your status as a Marine Admiral doesn't carry as much weight as mine."
Kizaru was inwardly speechless, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.
No shit! he roared inwardly. Your wanted poster has spread all over the world! Your name is probably even bigger than Roger's was back then! What the hell is a Marine Admiral like me worth in her eyes?!
Pero patted Kizaru on the waist, signaling him to follow.
Why the waist? Because the world of the Pirate King was a land of extraordinary people. God only knew whether everyone here was pumped full of hormones, casually growing three or four meters tall, or even ten or twenty.
Little Oars of the Whitebeard Pirates was nearly forty meters tall.
It was utterly ridiculous.
With Kizaru in tow, Pero stepped through the gates of the chocolate castle.
A rich, sweet fragrance of cream and fruit washed over them.
Under Charlotte Linlin's expectant gaze, Pero walked to the other end of the long table and casually took a seat.
Linlin looked delighted to see Pero join the table.
Her dream was to establish a nation where every race in the world could live as equals, with no distinction between high and low.
Everyone who joined her country would become her family, able to sit at this table and dine with her.
Now Pero, a powerful being in her eyes who had suddenly