The Elders had given such instructions to the Marines:
Persuade Crocodile to join the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
As for Sammi, the World Governnt’s response was the sa.
"Apologies, Miss Sammi, but Crocodile cannot be released for now—unless she agrees to join the Seven Warlords of the Sea plan."
"The World Governnt cannot allow its dignity to be trampled at will... unless, of course, the other party is one of our own."
When she heard CP0 give such a reply, Sammi was montarily stunned.
Then, the other party patiently explained to her the details of the Seven Warlords plan.
But even after hearing it, Sammi still couldn’t quite understand.
Since when had the World Governnt beco so assertive?
In the past, whenever Orin-sama intervened, the World Governnt would give in if they could, and if they couldn’t, they would find a way to compromise.
But this ti... they were suddenly concerned about "dignity"?
Truly abnormal.
"Have you ever considered what will happen if Orin-sama learns that you’ve detained one of his companions...?"
With no other option, Sammi could only invoke Orin’s na, trying to exert a little pressure as the "Black Emperor" on the World Governnt.
In the past, this tactic would have absolutely worked, but this ti was different.
The CP0 agent on the other end of the call seed as if they had been briefed in advance, and still responded calmly:
"As for Orin-sama’s stance, the Elders have, of course, taken it into consideration. But we believe Orin-sama will give the World Governnt so respect in this matter."
Sammi was left speechless.
After all, the reason she could speak directly with the World Governnt ca entirely from her position—acting as Orin’s representative when he was traveling the world and had no ti to manage his forces or affairs.
Since they had said as much, she could only pass along the ssage.
What a troubleso ti...
Beside her, Airi—her trusted aide and one of the first to follow Orin—was processing reports.
She couldn’t help but complain:
"Honestly, taking advantage of their good relationship with Orin-sama, the World Governnt has been getting bolder and bolder lately. Not long ago, they even blatantly sent a slave ship into our territory, and only to capture those three sisters."
"Probably just so twisted hobby of the Celestial Dragons. Disgusting."
Sammi rubbed her temples. Hearing Airi’s words, her intelligent, beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze turning dangerous.
"That incident happened with my permission."
Airi’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"How could you agree to sothing like that? With our scale and influence, we don’t need their money or anything—especially not for the sake of those perverted Celestial Dragons..."
"That was an order from Orin-sama himself, issued to CP0."
The mont those words left Sammi’s mouth—
The righteous anger on Airi’s face imdiately vanished, replaced by a pause of silence.
"...Well, when you put it that way, Orin-sama must have had his reasons. No wonder he dotes on Lina and i so much—what a playful mood!"
Looking at her aide’s lightning-fast change of face, Sammi could only shake her head helplessly.
Really, she didn’t think things through.
Without Orin-sama’s explicit approval, how would those human traffickers have dared?
Airi sheepishly smoothed over her earlier, offensive remark. Seeing that Sammi didn’t seem inclined to hold it against her, she sidled up with a sycophantic smile and handed her a cup of coffee.
"So... should we contact Orin-sama? In the past, we’ve always avoided calling unless it was absolutely necessary, so as not to disturb his travels~"
Sammi accepted the coffee, blowing on it gently. Her gaze darkened slightly as she glanced at her deputy.
"Of course. This is a serious matter—I wouldn’t dare decide it on my own. Since the World Governnt is so confident, there’s nothing more for us to say. Regarding Crocodile, we’ll just follow Orin-sama’s decision."
Airi nodded.
"By the way, where’s that kid Enel gone? I feel like I haven’t seen him in ages."
Just as she was about to fetch the Den Den Mushi to contact Orin-sama, Sammi seed to rember sothing and asked Airi.
The latter tilted her chin in thought for a mont.
"That guy... I think the girls in the red-light district tricked him out of all his living expenses. Now, every evening after work, he goes bounty hunting to earn cash. And get this—he almost got talked into joining the Marines while he was at it!"
While helping Sammi with her work, Enel was also following Orin’s instructions to train his Haki, making his days rather packed.
When he finally had ti to relax, he would spend it in a private room being worshipped like a god and showered with flattery—money flowing out by the fistful.
Sammi gave him a decent allowance, but it wasn’t enough to withstand such spending.
The poor fool, wrapped around Sammi’s finger, didn’t even know one crucial fact—
—As Orin’s underling, he could go anywhere and never have to pay.
After he failed to join the Marines and was officially confird as a companion of the Black Emperor, the Marines’ attitude flipped instantly.
Wanted Poster
Thunder God Enel
Companion of Black Gun Orin, LogiaRumble-Rumble Fruit user, extrely dangerous.
Bounty: 1,936,000,000 Belly.
Dead or alive. Heinous criminal!
He refused to join in the morning, and by the afternoon, the wanted posters were already printed.
When Sammi heard that Enel had gone to make so extra cash again, she didn’t bother interfering.
Let him waste away.
...
New World
At the foot of the Red Line’s starting point.
Thunder roared, rain poured, and a luxurious passenger ship was sailing through the storm.
Such harsh weather was nothing unusual in the New World. There had even been days when fireballs fell from the sky, so the passengers weren’t panicking—just quietly watching the dark clouds.
Of course, there was another reason:
The most luxurious suite on the ship housed a guest who preferred peace and quiet.
Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a figure in a bathrobe and slippers lounged casually on a sofa, gazing out at the stormy sky.
He could have scattered the clouds, but why bother?
After seeing sunny days so often, rainy ones had their own kind of charm.
Huuuh...
"So this stuff is really that good to smoke?"
Yes—now twenty years old, he had, for the first ti, decided to try a cigar.
At first, he didn’t quite see the appeal, but as he continued, he found it increasingly addictive.
No wonder Crocodile and the others always had one between their lips—there was sothing to it.
"I’ve seen most of the New World already. Let’s just head back to Paradise via the Holy Land. I heard Shanks has been making a na for himself lately..."
With the thought of eting an old friend, he smiled faintly, taking a slow puff before exhaling.
If he rembered correctly, this should also be about the ti when Luffy and Uta would "refresh" into the tiline.
His thoughts drifted... until they were interrupted by the sudden ringing of a Den Den Mushi.
"Buruburuburu..."
Click.
As the line connected, the Den Den Mushi’s face shifted to a pretty visage with red lips and seductive eyes. The woman spoke respectfully:
"Forgive for disturbing your leisure over a trivial matter... Orin-sama!"
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