"You... who are you?!"
Staring at the man seated high on the throne, the young king momentarily forgot his rage and doubts, and instead blurted out a question.
But no one answered him.
The tall young man, legs crossed, simply extended a finger toward his head as if joking around.
"Bang—"
Before the terrified nobles, their king tilted his head and collapsed to the floor, his life or death unknown.
There was no wound, no trace of blood.
"Bang—"
The brief silence was shattered by another sound. A middle-aged noble, as fat as a mountain, suddenly collapsed for no reason.
From this moment on,
The pig-slaughtering banquet had begun...
The nobles, who once prided themselves on lineage and appearance, no longer cared who they knocked over—friends, family, it didn't matter. They trampled over them in a mad rush for the palace gates.
The man atop the throne, like a child playing with a toy gun, pointed his finger lightly at them.
Perhaps too used to living in luxury, leeching off the common people, their escape was so slow they couldn't even make it out of the palace.
One by one, they fell, trampled by their own companions.
Perhaps annoyed at the slowness of a finger gun,
Under the agonized grimaces of the fleeing nobles, the man on the throne smiled and raised his other hand.
And this time, not just one finger—both middle fingers rose.
His mouth started producing sounds even faster.
"D-d-d-d-d-d..."
Like a stunt actor in an action flick, without a drop of blood, the ground was soon covered in fallen figures.
Some of them began to mentally break. One well-endowed noblewoman screamed hoarsely at the man:
"Don't be so arrogant!! You bastard!! How dare you slaughter nobles like this?! Aren't you afraid of the World Government's wrath? You're just a filthy commoner lucky enough to eat a Devil Fruit!!!"
Looking at his outfit—an unfamiliar black military-style uniform adorned with blades and guns—she assumed he was some pirate or bandit. Someone lowly and beneath contempt.
Someone she would normally have her guards kill for sport.
As for his power to drop people instantly, she assumed it came from eating some Devil Fruit.
Bullied in the past, now here for revenge against their noble kind.
Such people were troublesome, but once the World Government's elites arrived, a lowborn like him...
Still, she had to admit, her scream—driven by panic and rage—actually made the man on the throne pause.
Orin's attention was drawn to the shrieking woman.
A commoner, huh...
Seems she's really used to being high and mighty.
To be honest, Orin thought his outfit was pretty cool.
Maybe her words had an effect, because now Orin didn't feel like granting them a swift end.
"Well then... how about a taste of the pain you once condescendingly dished out?"
"Snap—"
Orin chuckled lightly, as if inspired by a more amusing idea, and snapped his fingers.
In an instant,
Whether it was a fleeing minister or a crazed noblewoman, they all froze in place like sculptures.
The pig-slaughtering banquet had ended.
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The bullets stopped.
...
"What a twisted taste..."
Coldly watching the nobles tied to the city walls, either burning with impotent fury or begging pathetically for mercy, Mihawk couldn't understand.
"It's not worth your concern, Little Hawk,"
Old Keek, used to such scenes, mimicked Orin as he spoke. He didn't notice Mihawk's darkening expression.
"From the moment they attacked the town, or years ago when they oppressed the people and lived in obscene luxury, their end was already sealed."
"Obscene luxury, huh?"
Mihawk tugged at the corner of his mouth, pensive after hearing those words. Then, he turned to look at Orin, who was watching from the side.
Perhaps noticing his gaze, Orin looked back, locking eyes with Mihawk's sharp stare, a faint smile on his lips.
"What are you looking at? Don't tell me you think just because I said I want to live in obscene luxury, this is how I'll always act."
Orin's gaze was calm.
Standing atop the high walls, he looked down on the farce below. The people overthrowing tyranny and seeking revenge—it was satisfying, but only just that.
"Maybe their deaths are justified..."
"But this isn't the real reason they died."
Looking to the other side of the wall, a general was preparing to launch an attack to save the nobles. But upon seeing Orin, he didn't dare move a muscle.
"The real reason they died, Is simply because they weren't strong enough."
By the execution wall, several figures in suits hurried over.
A few nobles, already dazed from being roasted by fire, instantly rekindled their survival instincts upon seeing them.
"Hey!!! Lords of the World Government!!! The rabble is rioting!!!"
"Save us!!! We'll pay whatever it takes!!!"
"Let go of me! Don't touch my dress, you filthy low-class animal!!!"
They looked toward the cloaked, suited figures with desperate hope, praying they would slaughter the rebels and take them back to the palace to resume talks of joining the alliance.
They'd beg, grovel, do whatever it took to secure a place among the World Government's member nations.
But their hope shattered again.
The so-called "Lords of the World Government" ignored them completely.
Instead, they walked past the mob, stepped lightly using Geppo, and landed atop the city walls.
Their faces were filled with fear and caution.
The leader, sweating profusely, spoke:
"There must be some misunderstanding, Orin-sama..."
But before he could finish, Orin, who had been reading "A Fallen Noblewoman Defiled by Commoners," raised a hand to interrupt.
"I know... For the Elder's sake, I won't pursue it."
"Beru beru beru beru..."
Orin wasn't interested in wasting time with these lackeys. He called Spandine through a Den Den Mushi.
This minor matter didn't warrant troubling the World Government's top brass every time.
With Spandine's status and influence, it was enough.
Under the trembling eyes of the small-time government agents, their superior's voice slowly came through the Den Den Mushi, surprisingly devoid of its usual arrogance.
"Moshi moshi~ Orin-sama~ Do you have any orders~?"
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