Not long after dinner, Lloyd sat alone on the sofa, smoking in silence. A faint haze drifted around him as the room remained quiet.
A moment later, Olvia walked over gracefully, dressed in a bathrobe and carrying a crystal ashtray in her hand.
Lloyd glanced at it and smiled faintly.
"Actually, I don't need that."
As he spoke, he casually flicked the cigarette ash away. The moment it left his fingertips, the ash vanished into a small swirl of darkness before it could touch the floor.
Olvia sighed helplessly at the sight and sat beside him. A soft fragrance drifted from her body.
She had just finished bathing, and her hair was still slightly damp.
Lloyd raised a finger. With a snap, a small flickering flame appeared at his fingertip.
"Want me to dry your hair for you?"
Olvia immediately waved her hands.
"No, no! I'm worried you'll burn my hair off!"
Lloyd tilted his head slightly, and the tiny flame dissolved into wisps of gray smoke.
"Why didn't you wait and bathe with Robin and the others?"
A faint blush spread across Olvia's face.
"No… they said they wanted to serve you while bathing…"
Lloyd merely shrugged, his expression indifferent. He extinguished the cigarette in the crystal ashtray Olvia had brought.
Since it was already here, he might as well use it.
Lifting his gaze toward her, he spoke calmly.
"Let's talk about the ancient weapon, Pluton. You've read enough books to know something about it."
Olvia nodded.
"The records state that eight hundred years ago, Pluton and the other two ancient weapons appeared during the war against Joy Boy."
"Mm," Lloyd responded quietly. "Which side was Pluton on back then? Joy Boy's?"
Olvia shook her head.
"No. Pluton and Uranus were under the control of the Twenty Kings at the time. Only Poseidon stood with Joy Boy as part of the liberation force."
She paused briefly before continuing.
"Also, Poseidon is the most unique among the ancient weapons. She is a living being and appears to be connected to the Fish-Man Tribe."
Olvia hesitated for a moment.
"Saint Lloyd, I think the Fish-Man Princess, Shirahoshi…"
A faint smile appeared on Lloyd's face.
"What do you think I had Fish-Man Island send her here for all those years ago?"
Olvia froze.
A storm rose in her heart.
As far as she knew, Shirahoshi had been arranged to come here by Lloyd more than twenty years ago.
It was almost as though he could see the future.
The thought alone was terrifying.
And if Poseidon was already under his control, that meant all three ancient weapons might eventually end up in Lloyd's hands.
Lloyd picked up a glass of red wine from the table and took a slow sip.
"Continue."
Olvia regained her composure and gave him a long look before speaking again.
"The books say Pluton and Poseidon fought a devastating battle at sea eight hundred years ago. In the end, Poseidon retreated, while Pluton suffered severe damage and completely exhausted its energy reserves. After that war, its whereabouts became unknown."
"And Uranus?"
Olvia adjusted herself slightly before answering.
"It's said that activating Uranus requires an enormous amount of energy, but its destructive power is unmatched. After Joy Boy's defeat, the Twenty Kings preserved it. If the records are accurate, it should still be under the control of the World Government."
Her gaze lingered on Lloyd.
"Saint Lloyd, regarding Uranus, you likely know more than I do."
Lloyd silently swirled the wine in his glass.
Of course he knew where Uranus was.
At this point, it could almost be confirmed that it rested in Imu's hands.
And with the development of the Mother Flame by Dr. Vegapunk, the issue of energy consumption had likely improved significantly.
Not just Uranus.
Pluton, which also required immense energy to operate, could likely be powered by the Mother Flame as well.
If enhanced by that source of energy, both ancient weapons might surpass the terrifying power they once displayed eight hundred years ago.
Lloyd had already experienced the destructive might of Uranus firsthand.
Now, his interest in Pluton grew even stronger.
Under the warm light, Olvia quietly studied his side profile.
A strange ripple stirred within her heart.
After a moment, she shook her head lightly and shifted her gaze toward Robin, who was sweeping the floor nearby.
Watching for a while, Olvia spoke softly.
"Saint Lloyd, someone like you… is there still anything left for you to pursue?"
Lloyd remained silent for a moment before answering in his usual composed tone.
"Yes."
He leaned back slightly.
"I want to become the creator of order, and I want my order to remain in this world forever."
"Order…"
A thoughtful look crossed Olvia's face.
Then she smiled gently.
"You're right. This world needs order."
Her expression softened.
"Saint Lloyd, I look forward to the day you achieve that goal."
Lloyd smiled faintly.
He raised his hand, and a goblet from the nearby table drifted through the air into his grasp.
He placed it in Olvia's hand, then lifted his own glass.
"Then let's drink to that."
Olvia blinked in surprise before smiling warmly.
She raised her glass and lightly clinked it against his.
Not far away, Sugar witnessed the scene and quietly moved closer to Robin.
She nudged Robin with her elbow and whispered,
"Robin, your mom is drinking alone with Young Master, and they even clinked glasses!"
Robin blinked before glancing toward Lloyd.
At that exact moment, Lloyd looked over at them.
His lips curved slightly.
"Sugar, do you want to come over and have a drink too?"
Robin covered her mouth and laughed softly.
"Sugar, don't you know how sharp Young Master's hearing is?"
Sugar stuck out her pink tongue awkwardly.
"Sorry, Young Master… I shouldn't have said that…"
Before she could finish, Monet and Shyarly walked over.
Monet stood behind Shyarly. Both women wore bathrobes, but unlike the drenched Shyarly, Monet looked completely dry.
Monet immediately narrowed her eyes at Sugar.
"Sugar, what are you doing now?"
Sugar pouted.
Her eyes darted around mischievously before she quickly ran over to Lloyd.
Squatting beside him, she hugged his leg and spoke sweetly,
"Young Master, Sister is still jealous of me~ She's just upset because she didn't dare kiss you herself!"
Monet's beautiful face instantly turned bright red.
Fresh from her bath, steam still lingered around her body, making her look as if she were overheating.
She inhaled deeply.
Tiny ice crystals formed in the surrounding air, cooling her emotions.
Standing nearby, Shyarly shivered from the sudden drop in temperature.
"Monet, are you trying to freeze me to death?"
Monet smiled apologetically.
Then she shot Sugar another fierce glare.
Sugar only hummed and pretended not to notice.
Seeing her smug expression, Monet secretly made up her mind.
Tonight, she would absolutely make Sugar experience the true meaning of ice therapy.
Taking a quiet breath, Monet pressed her lips together before offering Lloyd a gentle smile.
"Young Master, it's time for me to assist you with your bath."