Daemon left his personal den-den mushi bug with Akainu, and the two groups parted ways like comrades with secrets.
Akainu was no doubt heading back to Navy HQ, hopefully to get himself promoted to Admiral, or better yet—marshal. Daemon sincerely hoped so. After all, if a man is going to have a dog in the Navy, it might as well be the biggest, baddest bulldog on the leash.
As for Daemon? He was heading back to the Holy Land. Plans to make. Promises to keep.
Like that one he made to Roger.
That legendary bastard had trusted Daemon with Divine Avoidance, an artifact of monstrous power. In return, Daemon vowed to look after his widow and son with every ounce of his divine privilege.
Because Daemon isn't just any man—he is Nirona Daemon Saint, the promise-keeping, lady-loving, chaos-spreading paragon of Celestial masculinity.
"Quack—"
A news bird flapped overhead, squawking like it owned the sky.
How annoying.
"It's noisy. Knock it down."
As a Celestial Dragon, Daemon had never paid for a newspaper in his life. And why start now? It's not like the Morgan's Bird Syndicate would dare charge him—not unless they had a death wish and a suicide note stapled to their chests.
"Yes, Daemon Saint!"
Stussy, more elegant and obedient than ever, raised her lace-gloved hand like a ballerina about to perform a murder.
"Shigan."
Whoosh!
Her fingertip sent a compressed bullet of air slicing two kilometers through the sky. The news bird exploded in a puff of feathers and indignation, plummeting like a fallen angel.
Stussy immediately kicked off with Moonwalk, ascending in her elegant gown like a scandalous angel on a mission. The dress fluttered, revealing everything—yet Daemon didn't bat an eye. Technically, it was all his property now.
"Daemon Saint!" she called, landing gracefully and presenting the newspaper like a loyal wife returning from war.
Her expression was sweet, soft, almost like she wasn't the same woman with a freshly branded Heavenly Dragon's Hoof seared into her abdomen. But Daemon stroked her short blonde hair like a satisfied dog owner, and she leaned into the touch, nuzzling like a spoiled pet.
If Uchiha Miyuki, currently stranded in the Naruto world, saw this scene—she'd explode from jealousy. She crossed over before Daemon, yet all she'd managed was to become pen pals with her favorite character. Meanwhile, Daemon was out here collecting queens like Pokémon.
Daemon chuckled and opened the paper.
Then frowned.
Front Page, World Economic News:
SHOCKING! The Twisted Love Affairs of Nirona Daemon Saint with 27 Princesses and Queens!
SHOCKING! A Giant Bone Dragon Covering the Sky Appears! Phantom Beast or Apocalypse Weapon?
SHOCKING! Impel Down Massacre—The Most Reckless Celestial Dragon in 800 Years Emerges?!
Three headlines. Three direct hits.
The romantic escapades? No surprise there. The people love a scandalous Celestial Dragon, especially one who's racked up a high-score in the "Princess Capture" mini-game.
The bone dragon? Understandable. The "Chaos Dragon Leviathan" was not exactly subtle. A flying mountain of bones spanning a dozen islands tends to get noticed.
But the massacre at Impel Down?
That should've been classified. Locked down. Buried six levels deep.
How the hell did Morgan get photos?
Daemon squinted. Either there was a mole… or Morgan was actually insane—the kind of lunatic who'd sell his lungs for a scoop.
At least there was one small mercy: none of the leaked images showed Level Six.
Which meant Roger's death was still off the books.
The Five Elders wouldn't be chewing his ear off just yet.
But what about Roger's execution? The grand show? The global broadcast?
Please. Daemon already had that solved.
Option One: Find an imitator fruit user and fake it. Instant cosplay.
Option Two: Let Moria raise Roger's corpse as a zombie and stage a creepy public death.
Both choices conveniently pointed to Wano. Daemon had even sent the coordinates—because whether the world government wanted drama or necromancy, he wasn't going to micromanage.
Meanwhile, at Navy HQ:
Lieutenant General Tsuru let out a long sigh. "What a reckless Celestial Dragon..."
Garp sat nearby, scowling at his untouched senbei. In his eyes, Roger deserved a proper execution, not a Celestial Dragon drive-by.
The rest of the Navy brass? Didn't care.
Roger turned himself in. It wasn't their victory. It wasn't their failure. It was a world government mess now.
Across the World:
The headlines blared in every tavern, town, and toilet stall. But the common folk? Barely blinked.
One more murderous Celestial Dragon?
One more sky-sized monster?
Big whoop. Most people were too busy trying to afford dinner.
The strong, on the other hand, saw opportunity.
Charlotte Linlin kept planning her next wedding—probably to herself.
Whitebeard continued his non-stop party with his sons, occasionally flipping islands like coasters.
The Golden Lion was still tearing the world apart looking for Roger, leaving behind piles of corpses and zero results.
But in the North Blue…
Doflamingo stared at the paper, face twisted in rage. Envy boiled in his veins.
That should have been me!
And in Wano Country—
Kaido was in love.
The photo of the bone dragon made his pupils turn into heart shapes.
"It's BIG. It's BEAUTIFUL. It's MINE!"
With a roar and a swing of his club, he smashed a drunk subordinate into soup.
"FIND IT! I don't care if it's a fruit user or a real monster—anyone who brings that thing into the Beasts Pirates becomes my deputy captain!"
"Y-Yes Boss Kaido!!"
The entire room, suddenly sober, bolted into action.
The only one calm was King, who quietly sipped his sake and shook his head.
No one noticed the little white-haired girl sitting in a shadowy corner, giggling at the newspaper.
"Daemon… princess… queen… I don't get it."
"Massacred pirates in Impel Down?"
"Hmph! If I ever meet that guy—I'm gonna beat him up!"
Back in the Holy Land, Daemon had no idea a four-year-old girl in Wano had just added him to her hit list.
If he did, he'd probably laugh himself breathless.
Beat me up? Girl, I'll give you a stick and let you try for three days straight.