Seeing the golden staff swinging toward him at terrifying speed—
Saint Charlos was instantly scared stiff.
Before Enel could even smash his helmet, Charlos rolled his eyes back and fainted on the spot.
Seeing him collapse just like that, Enel didn't bother following up. Tilting his head with a ridiculous expression, he looked down at the pig-like figure on the ground and sneered:
"So this is what passes for a 'god' of the Blue Sea?"
"You—you filthy pirate, what are you trying to do!?"
Even knowing these pirates clearly didn't care about Celestial Dragons anymore, Saint Rosward—accustomed to arrogance—still roared angrily:
"You're finished! A Marine Admiral will arrive any moment to capture you! Kneel and beg for forgiveness now, and we might show mercy and take you in as slaves!"
"Hah!?"
Enel's eye twitched.
Whoosh—BAM!!
This time, Enel didn't miss.
His golden staff smashed straight through Rosward's helmet and struck the side of his head, sending him flying into the wall with a heavy crash.
"F-Father! Brother!"
The only one left conscious, Saint Shalria screamed in terror.
As she backed away in fear, she suddenly felt like she had bumped into a wall.
Turning her head—
Weevil's face, ugly enough to rival Charlos, loomed before her like a nightmare.
"AAAAAH!!"
Shalria shrieked, her legs giving out as she collapsed to her knees.
"Big brother, why is she so scared?"
Weevil bit his finger, completely unaware of how terrifying he looked.
"Probably love at first sight—she's just overwhelmed."
Xia Te replied casually.
"Really!?"
Weevil's face lit up, but then he shook his head and said honestly:
"But I can't be with you. Your dad just tried to kill my big brother, so… I have to capture you."
As he spoke, he reached out toward Shalria.
This guy's definitely got something wrong with his brain…
Everyone—from the Straw Hats to the Heart Pirates to the Kid Pirates—silently came to the same conclusion.
"Little brother, have you ever… been with a woman?"
Xia Te suddenly asked.
"Been with a…?"
Weevil blinked blankly.
Clearly, he didn't quite understand.
"I mean doing grown-up things with a woman."
Xia Te grinned.
Weevil's ugly face flushed red.
"B-Big brother… I've been busy searching the seas for my parents… I've never done that kind of thing…"
A 33-year-old virgin.
Xia Te chuckled and pointed at Shalria.
"Good. Then I'll give you that woman—consider it your first experience."
"R-Really, big brother!?"
Weevil was overjoyed.
Of course, given his blind loyalty, it wasn't like he'd actually go further—
but at least symbolically, it "counted."
As for why Xia Te didn't take her himself?
Please—he had standards.
Even if Shalria wasn't as horrifying as her father and brother, she was still… unpleasant to look at.
If he were interested in Celestial Dragon women, he'd rather go for someone like Princess Vivi of Alabasta—she had that lineage too.
But Xia Te had been in a hurry and flew straight past Alabasta.
After all—
the Summit War mattered far more than women.
And among his crew, Weevil was the most loyal.
As the "big brother," it was only fair to reward him.
"Big brother! You're too good to me! I'll go through fire and water for you!!"
Weevil clung to Xia Te's leg, crying with gratitude.
"Watch the snot!"
Xia Te kicked him away in annoyance.
"Well? Shiryu, Enel—interested in a share?"
Xia Te turned to his other two crew members.
Taking care of his crew's "benefits"—
he really was a great captain, he thought.
"I'd rather not get tangled up with Celestial Dragons like that."
Even though he already stood against the World Government, Shiryu had no interest in touching that mess.
"As for that kind of woman… she suits that pig more."
Enel simply looked down on Shalria's appearance.
Back in Skypiea, as a "god," he had access to far more beautiful attendants.
Hearing this entire exchange—
both the pirates and nobles present were completely stunned.
Madmen.
Absolute madmen.
Not only had they beaten Celestial Dragons—
they were even talking about treating one like this…
Everyone felt their sanity cracking.
If word got out—
what would happen to the World Government's prestige?
"World Nobles"? "Descendants of the Creators"?
Reduced to this?
Shalria herself couldn't take it—
the mere thought of what might happen made her faint on the spot.