'Basically, the King of the Pirates and one of the strongest forces in the sea.'
Sabbath thought to himself while looking at him from a few seats, and simultaneously, he had a few sweat drops falling off his forehead.
'To think I had been arguing with a fucking Pirate Immortal all this time! How foolish of me; I must've looked like a fool in the eyes of the Old King!'
With a slight cough of embarrassment, he opened his mouth and introduced himself.
"I am Rockstar, but also known as Sabbath. I am from a tribe of non-surnames, so I only have one name."
Sabbath said with a serious look.
"Good to see you, Sabbath, and I am glad that your hiccup over in the Bulwark Land was solved peacefully."
Pankratios said.
"Yeah… Peacefully."
Sabbath sighed.
In the seat next to him, the short-haired brunette stood up and put her hands on the stone meeting table.
She smiled and said.
