Morning arrived.
Jaeger left his personal Den-Den Mushi with Akainu, and the two groups split up like comrades carrying shared secrets.
Akainu was undoubtedly marching straight back to Navy HQ — and hopefully toward a promotion. Admiral… or even better, Fleet Admiral. Jaeger genuinely wished him luck.
After all, if he was going to have a "dog" in the Navy, it might as well be the biggest, meanest bulldog on the entire leash.
As for Jaeger, his destination was the Holy Land.
Plans awaited him. Promises needed to be fulfilled.
Especially the one he made to Roger.
That legendary menace of a man had entrusted Jaeger with god Avoid, an artifact overflowing with terrifying power.
In exchange, Jaeger vowed — with all the arrogance of a Celestial Dragon carrying divine privilege — to look after Roger's widow and his son.
Because Jaeger wasn't just any man.
He was Nerona Saint Jaeger — promise-keeper, lady-lover, chaos-bringer, and supreme Celestial masculine specimen.
"Quack—"
A News Coo glided overhead, flapping and screeching like it owned the entire sky.
How irritating.
"It's noisy. Knock it down."
As a Celestial Dragon, Jaeger had never paid for a newspaper in his entire life and why would he start now? It wasn't like the Morgans Bird Syndicate would dare charge him. Not unless they wanted to staple their last wills to their own chests.
"Yes, Saint Jaeger!"
Stussy, graceful and obedient as ever, raised her lace-gloved hand like a ballerina preparing to commit a homicide.
"Shigan."
Whoosh!
A compressed air bullet shot from her fingertip, slicing across two kilometers in an instant.
The news bird exploded into a dramatic burst of feathers, shrieking in outrage as it spiraled toward the earth like a disgraced angel.
With perfect timing, Stussy kicked off using Geppo.
She ascended through the air in her elegant gown, fluttering like a scandalous celestial being on a divine mission.
Her dress swayed, revealing far more than any noblewoman should — though Jaeger didn't blink.
Technically, everything she showed was already his property.
"Saint Jaegeeerr~!"
Stussy's voice chimed like a delighted songbird as she landed gracefully before him, heels tapping softly against polished marble.
She held the newspaper with both hands — the posture of a devoted wife presenting the severed head of an enemy general.
Her expression glowed with pride, affection, and unshakable devotion.
Elegant. Soft. Perfectly composed.
As if she wasn't the same woman who, just last night, had begged to be branded like livestock and proudly called herself his shameless, loyal bitch.
Jaeger raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
He simply reached out and gently stroked her short blonde hair — the affectionate gesture one would give a flawlessly trained pet.
Stussy leaned into it, eyes fluttering, nuzzling against his palm with a soft, satisfied sigh—like a spoiled cat that had just been fucked and fed.
If Uchiha Miyuki—currently stranded in the Naruto world—saw this scene?
She'd explode from sheer emotional damage.
That girl crossed over before Jaeger, full of dreams and delusions about building harems and romancing protagonists.
But after two full arcs, the best she'd managed…
…was becoming pen pals with her favorite character.
Meanwhile, Jaeger?
Jaeger was out here branding queens like cattle and collecting waifus like shiny Pokémon.
Jaeger chuckled quietly as he unfolded the newspaper.
"Let's see how loud the world's crying today."
Rustle…
The paper shifted in his hands.
Jaeger didn't even blink.
But beneath him, Stussy had already begun her work.
Her fingers moved with slow, reverent grace—unfastening his belt like she was undressing a king's relic.
Click… shff…
Her breath trembled.
When her hand dipped beneath the waistband, she froze.
The heat.
The weight.
Too thick for one hand. Her fingers barely curled around it.
Her breath hitched.
Her cheeks turned red.
She looked up at him, lips parted, eyes wide.
But Jaeger didn't even glance down.
Stussy leaned in, her nose brushing against that pulsing warmth.
She inhaled—slow, deep.
Haaaa…
A shiver ran through her spine.
She was already wet again.
The scent of him—raw power, unshakable dominance—it filled her lungs, her mind, her soul.
Then—
Schlk…
Her lips parted.
Slrp… mwah…
Her tongue glided over the length with careful worship, planting soft, messy kisses along the underside.
Slurp… pop… slrp…
Jaeger turned another page.
Glk—!
She pushed deeper.
Her throat strained, but she took it. Took all of him with greedy, gagging devotion.
Guhk… glk… slrk…!
Drool spilled down her chin, dripping onto her exposed chest.
Splsh… slrp… gulp…
She didn't stop. She couldn't.
Jaeger chuckled softly and placed a hand over Stussy's head.
Then his expression shifted.
He frowned.
Right across the front page of the World Economic News:
SHOCKING! The Twisted Love Affairs of Nerona Saint Jaeger with 27 Princesses and Queens!
SHOCKING! A Giant Bone Dragon Covers the Sky! Mythical Beast or Ancient Weapon?!
SHOCKING! Impel Down Massacre — The Most Reckless Celestial Dragon in 800 Years Emerges?!
Three headlines.
Three direct hits.
The romantic scandals? He expected that.
The people loved a Celestial Dragon with a messy love life — especially one who treated royal families like collectibles in a gacha game.
The bone dragon? Fair.
When your "pet" was a colossal skeletal leviathan stretching across dozens of islands, stealth wasn't exactly an option.
But the massacre at Impel Down?
That one made him narrow his eyes.
That should've been buried.
Locked down.
Sealed deep beneath Level Six and never spoken of again.
So how in the hell did Morgans get pictures?
Jaeger tapped the headline with a finger.
Either there was a leak…
or Morgans was simply insane — the kind of madman who'd sell his own organs just for a hot scoop.
At least there was one blessing hidden in the chaos:
None of the leaked images showed Level Six.
Meaning Roger's death was still completely off the public record.
Good.
That meant the Five Elders wouldn't be chewing him out the moment he returned to Mariejois.
As for the execution itself — the grand spectacle the world was waiting for?
Jaeger had already solved that.
Option One: Find a perfect-matching imitator fruit user. Fake the entire thing.
A public execution cosplay.
Option Two: Let Moria turn Roger's corpse into a zombie and stage a dramatic undead finale.
Creepy, effective, and fully theatrical.
Either way, the logistics pointed straight to Wano.
Jaeger had already sent the coordinates.
Whether they wanted a magical doppelgänger or necromantic fan service, he wasn't going to micromanage their production choices.
Meanwhile, at Navy HQ
Vice Admiral Tsuru pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a tired sigh.
"What a reckless Celestial Dragon… Honestly."
Garp sat nearby with a deep scowl, staring at his untouched senbei.
To him, Roger deserved a proper execution — not some Celestial Dragon's improvised stunt show.
The rest of the Navy brass?
They didn't care.
Roger turned himself in.
It wasn't the Navy's victory.
It wasn't the pirates failure.
It was simply a mess dumped onto the World Government's lap.
Across the world, the headlines blared in every bar, every town square, every tavern wall, and even every filthy outhouse. But the common people?
They barely reacted.
Another murderous Celestial Dragon?
Another sky-sized monster?
Another political catastrophe?
Who cared?
Most people were too busy trying to afford dinner.
The strong, however—the monsters who ruled the seas—they paid attention.
Charlotte Linlin kept planning another wedding.
Probably to herself.
Whitebeard continued his never-ending party with his sons, occasionally flipping islands like drink coasters whenever he got bored.
The Golden Lion was still carving a path of carnage searching for Roger, leaving behind enough corpses to fill three islands… and still finding nothing.
But in the North Blue…
Doflamingo stared at the newspaper, jaw clenched, rage boiling through every vein.
That should have been me!
And in Wano Country—
Kaido had fallen in love.
The moment he saw the photo of the giant bone dragon, his pupils turned into pink hearts.
"IT'S BIG. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. IT'S MINE!"
With a crazed roar, he swung his kanabo and instantly converted a drunk subordinate into protein mist.
"FIND IT! I don't care if it's a fruit user or a real monster—anyone who brings that thing to the Beasts Pirates becomes my deputy captain!"
"Y-Yessir, Boss Kaido!!!"
Everyone sobered up instantly and scrambled like terrified ants.
The only one calm was King.
He quietly sipped his sake, exhaled, and pretended none of this was happening.
No one noticed the little white-haired girl curled up in a shadowed corner.
She giggled at the newspaper, kicking her little legs.
"Jaeger… princess… queen… I don't get it."
"Massacred pirates in Impel Down?"
"Hmph! If I ever meet that guy—I'm TOTALLY gonna beat him up!"
Back in the Holy Land, Jaeger had absolutely no idea that a four-year-old gremlin in Wano had just placed him on her personal hit list.
Because if he did know?
He'd probably laugh until he collapsed.
Beat me up?
Girl, I'll hand you a stick and let you try for three days straight.
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