NOVEL WEB Chapter 293: 292 Dressrosa, Knight Gods
"Doflamingo, your dear uncle is here to save you. Happy? Surprised?"
Saint Monroe smirked, completely ignoring Doflamingo's dark expression. He turned to Lynch.
"Doflamingo is still useful to us. You can't kill him."
Then, as if it were a casual suggestion, he added,
"Let's just leave it at that. I'm in a good mood today—I don't feel like being violent."
He clicked his tongue and gave Lynch an appraising look.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk… I've heard your name often in Mariejois. Thought you'd be some giant with six arms. But now that I see you in person? Meh, not impressed."
Lynch's lips twitched.
"And you're even less than nothing."
You think you can just tell me to let you walk away? What, do you think you have Shanks' face?
"You asked for this!"
Saint Monroe's face instantly darkened. A mere commoner daring to talk to a Celestial Dragon like that? Unforgivable.
"Heh… I already told you there's no point wasting words on him."
Saint Boswald, the masked man, pushed past Monroe impatiently. His long blade rested on his shoulder, and his movements—oddly clumsy at first—shifted into a sudden burst of speed.
"Move aside! Don't get in the way of my fight!"
With a blur, he shot toward Lynch.
"One-Sword Style—Fire Like a Song!"
The blade in his hand ignited with pitch-black flames.
Boswald's sword was forged from a rare material that could absorb and store flames, unleashing them at critical moments.
The composition was strikingly similar to the flame-resistant kombu found on Sky Island
Whenever a fight broke out, the Mera-Mera no Mi always ended up getting humiliated.
"One-Sword Style: Hakoku!"
Saint Boswald's confident grin froze in an instant.
Before he could even get close to Lynch, a devastating shockwave—like something straight out of hell—rushed toward him.
The black flames on his blade snuffed out immediately.
In that moment, Boswald felt as if a hundred Sea Kings had trampled him.
"What the hell?! I'm getting throw like a damn monkey!!"
He barely managed to hold his ground for a second. His body was battered with deep wounds, and the sheer force of the attack ripped away several tons of earth beneath his feet.
Then—he was gone.
The shockwave blasted him straight through the clouds, sending him flying so high that he vanished from sight.
The only trace left behind was a massive, swirling vortex of clouds—twisting like a tornado in the golden light of the setting sun.
The spectacle stretched for dozens of miles across the sky.
"Idiot."
Saint Isha rolled her eyes, her expression both beautiful and unimpressed.
Did he seriously think he could take on the King of the West Blue alone?
Even their boss treaded carefully around Lynch.
Seeing Lynch's gaze land on her, Saint Isha trembled—and so did her chest.
She quickly covered herself with both hands, eyeing him warily.
"W-What are you doing?"
Trying to keep her composure, she added,
"Look, I may be young, but according to the cp information, I'm older than that Monroe guy. The great and wise King of the West Blue wouldn't bully a helpless little girl like me… right?"
Lynch ignored her and shifted his attention to Saint Monroe instead.
"Hey, hey! He's looking this way, Isha! Why are you just standing there?! Protect me!"
Monroe shouted in panic.
Just moments ago, when Lynch had one-shot Boswald, Monroe had felt invincible with two Knights of God by his side.
Now? That confidence was gone.
A chill crept down his spine as Lynch's piercing gaze locked onto him—like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Huh? Are you talking to me?"
Isha floated midair, resting her hands on her hips while lazily kicking her smooth jade-like feet back and forth.
"Of course, I'm talking to you! Who else is here?!"
Monroe finally understood why this Celestial Dragon woman from the Ethanbaron family had barely spoken the entire trip.
Turns out, every time she opens her mouth, it just pisses people off.
"Oh, my bad. I meant 'no.'"
Saint Ethanbaron Isha clasped her hands together and bowed slightly to Lynch, her movement revealing a proud expanse of flawless white skin. She spoke softly,
"Boss, I'll hand this guy over to you. Just let me off the hook, okay?"
"Isha! Are you insane?!"
Saint Monroe nearly coughed up blood.
"Don't forget, your mission is to protect me! If you openly defy orders, you'll be dealt with later. Think carefully!"
He tried to pressure her with authority, but Isha? She didn't care at all.
She planted her hands on her hips and smugly declared,
"Go ahead, report me. My grandpa is Five Elder Ethanbaron V. Nasjuro, and my boss is Figarland Garling, the leader of the Knights of God. If you think you've got the guts, then go ahead and snitch~"
Her confidence was practically radiating off her.
The look on her face said it all:
"I have connections. What can you do about it?"
King Riku: "..."
Pica: "..."
Kuina and the others: stunned into silence.
The Celestial Dragons they had encountered today had completely shattered their expectations.
Even Lynch, who had seen plenty of nobles, felt like he had learned something new today.
"I'll leave the rest to you. I've got two Celestial Dragons to deal with."
With that, Lynch leapt forward, disappearing in an instant.
"Don't worry, Saint Monroe. Your death in exchange for my survival is a noble sacrifice. I'll be sure to take good care of your wife and daughter."
Without hesitation, Saint Isha left the slower Saint Monroe behind, turning into a white blur as she fled through the air.
She didn't know if Saint Boswald was dead or not, but one thing was clear—if he was gone, she stood no chance against the Emperor of West Blue.
Trying to protect that weakling Saint Monroe would only get both of them killed.
So leaving him behind and escaping alone?
That was the smartest choice.
Isha patted herself on the back for her quick thinking.
"AHHHH! SAINT ISHA, I'LL REMEMBER THIS!!!"
Saint Monroe's furious screams echoed as he ran for his life.
Then—
A sudden chill crawled up his spine.
BOOM!
A massive force slammed him into the ground, leaving a deep crater.
Lynch raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.
"Huh. That should've killed you."
He had expected his blade to finish Monroe off instantly so he could chase after Isha, but to his surprise—
The white rock-like armor on Monroe's body was tougher than expected.
Even harder than Diamond Jozu's diamond form.
"What kind of Devil Fruit is this?"
After all, Jozu's diamond body could withstand Mihawk's slashes and even go toe-to-toe with Aokiji for a while.
But these Celestial Dragons?
They were so terrified of death they actually went and picked a tortoise-shell Devil Fruit.
Though Monroe wasn't strong, his defense was tough enough to withstand Aokiji's attacks for a long time.
"I'll deal with you later. Raijin!"
Lynch summoned thunder and lightning, extracting a massive amount of metal from the ground and welding a cage on the spot to trap Saint Monroe inside.
Seeing this, Saint Isha ran even faster.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Lynch closed the distance at lightning speed, his gaze locked onto Isha.
"You just said the Five Elders are your grandfather, right?"
He grinned, flashing eight sharp, snow-white teeth.
"Perfect. I love dealing with the Five Elders!"
Saint Isha instinctively shot back, "King of West Blue, are you planning to keep the Lunarians as pets? Just so you know, we eat a lot."
The moment the words left her mouth, she froze—realizing her mistake.
If she had known Lynch was so interested in her grandfather, she would have kept her mouth shut.
"What rotten luck!"
Just then—
"Hahahaha! Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi—I'm back, baby!"
A filthy, battered Saint Boswald landed in the air, laughing like a madman.
Isha, who was about to be caught, suddenly felt relieved.
"Hah! I knew you weren't that easy to kill, Boswald !"
The pressure on her instantly turned into amusement—for once, Boswald was actually useful.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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