"Since we'll be traveling together from now on, we should talk about ourselves."
Rossi stood up and politely extended his right hand to Jora.
"I ate the Calm-Calm Fruit. All it does is eliminate sound, so it's almost useless in combat."
"I've also practiced a little trick for accelerating instantly..."
"Fufufu, my fruit is the String-String Fruit. I can use invisible threads to interfere with opponents or attack-"
With Rossi and Doffy taking the lead, the other four also introduced their preferred fighting styles in turn.
But by unspoken agreement, none of them revealed all their trump cards.
"Your Majesty, please reconsider!"
"This is far too great a sacrifice..."
"Lady Jora, have you truly decided to give up the throne-"
As Jora walked out of the castle, a group of officials immediately crowded around her anxiously.
Amid their clamorous objections, Jora simply raised a hand to stop them.
"Everyone, there's no need to say any more."
"When we were at our most desperate, the family came to our aid. Shouldn't we repay them?"
"But-"
A nation's monarch joining a maritime trading group was simply outlandish, no matter how they looked at it!
The younger officials wanted to keep persuading her, while the older ones fell silent.
"Eric, walk with me."
"As you command."
The man named "Eric"
was none other than the middle-aged poet who had played music earlier.
He possessed the "Cheer-Cheer Fruit"
and was also the city's second-in-command.
The two left one after the other, leaving the officials no choice but to disperse and attend to their duties. Nearly half the city lay in ruins, and the countless recovery tasks would keep them working around the clock.
"Once I leave, I'll be entrusting the remaining troubles to you."
"Understood."
The middle-aged poet had a square face, a