Chapter 211

**Chapter 211: Differences Among Celestial Dragons**

"**Ahhhh!!!**"

Disco clutched his arm, **rolling on the ground** in agony.

Carl didn't even glance at him.

His attention was on **Monet**, his voice indifferent—

"**If you try to run, you'll face the consequences.**"

A **flurry of delicate snowflakes** had begun to form around Monet, her **instinctive response** to danger.

But the moment Carl **spoke**—

The snow **melted away**.

She **shuddered** and **nodded stiffly**.

Carl slowly **stood up** and turned his gaze.

The **Celestial Dragon** was already **close**, holding a **smoking golden flintlock pistol**.

The **shot fired earlier** had come from him.

Carl recognized him instantly.

**Saint Rosward.**

Father of **Saint Charlos**—

The same man who would later be **punched across the face** by Luffy on Sabaody Archipelago.

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Seated atop a **human slave**, Rosward let out a **contemptuous snort**.

"**How dare you shout in my presence—disgraceful.**"

A **suited man** stepped forward, his **eyes gleaming with cruelty**.

"**Saint Rosward, there's someone else here showing disrespect. Allow me to take care of them!**"

Rosward glanced at him.

"**Death would be too kind. Beat him within an inch of his life and bring him here.**"

"**Yes, sir!**"

The suited man **vanished in a flash**, his **Shigan poised to strike**—

Then—

A **head spun through the air**, blood **spurting** in a crimson arc.

The severed head landed precisely at **Rosward's feet**, its expression frozen in a **mocking grimace**.

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Rosward **screamed**.

He **toppled off his slave**, hitting the ground **hard**.

Silence.

His entourage and the surrounding **slaves** **stared in shock**.

Then—

Rosward **snapped**, his face twisted in rage.

"**You fools! Do you want to die?! Help me up!**"

Two **suited attendants** rushed forward and lifted him—

**Only to be slapped across the face** for their trouble.

The rest of the entourage **dropped to their knees**, trembling.

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Meanwhile, the **onlookers** kneeling near Carl had only **one thought**—

They were **doomed.**

They had just witnessed a **Celestial Dragon's humiliation**.

That alone meant **execution**.

Yet—

They hadn't even **seen** what happened.

The suited man had moved **too fast**—

And somehow, his **head was gone** before anyone realized.

If not for the **headless body** lying beside Carl, they might have thought it was all **a nightmare**.

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Monet, pale with fright, **shielded Sugar's eyes**.

Carl's **hand still dripped with blood.**

He had done nothing more than **slap** the suited man—

Just as Rosward had ordered.

Disco, still **clutching his wound**, sat on the ground, his **mind blank**.

Rosward **glared** at Carl.

This man—

**He dared to defy him?**

"**How dare you! I'll have your whole family killed!!!**"

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Carl paused.

He had been helping Monet and Sugar **to their feet**, ready to leave.

But **Rosward's words** made him **stop.**

Slowly, his **eyes narrowed** behind his **sunglasses**.

Then—

In a **flash**, he appeared before Rosward.

The **attendants scrambled to react**—

But before they could even move—

They **exploded** into **clouds of blood**.

Rosward was left **alone**, his **body trembling uncontrollably**.

"**D-Do you know who I am?!**" Rosward **shouted**, his voice breaking.

Carl gently **set Monet and Sugar down**.

Then—

He **removed his sunglasses**.

He tugged his **collar back**.

And then—

His **golden and black eyes** locked onto Rosward.

"**Do you know who I am?**"

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Rosward **froze**.

For the first time, **fear crept into his gaze**.

The **crowd**, stunned, watched in disbelief.

A **Celestial Dragon**—

**Trembling before Carl.**

Carl placed a hand on **Rosward's bubble helmet**.

"**Do you think you're above me, wearing this in my presence?**"

**Crack.**

The helmet **shattered**.

Shards **cut into Rosward's face**, but he didn't even seem to **notice**.

His **lips quivered**—

"**C-C-Carl…**"

Then—

A **pulse of Conqueror's Haki** exploded from Carl.

Everyone—

Except for Monet, Sugar, and Rosward—

**Collapsed unconscious.**

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Then—

Finally—

Rosward's voice **broke completely**.

"**Saint Carl!!!**"

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Monet's **eyes widened**.

She **stared up** at Carl.

She had **never known** he was **Admiral Black Dragon**.

But more than that—

She recognized the **weight** behind the name **Saint.**

Among the **Celestial Dragons**—

Only a **select few** bore that title.

And among them—

One **stood above nearly all others.**

Carl—

A member of the **Figarland family**.

A lineage **above most Celestial Dragons**.

A **family that rivaled the Five Elders themselves.**

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Previously, Rosward **might not have feared Carl.**

But now—

He **did.**

Because he had just **sealed his fate** with his own words.

Carl **bent down**, his voice **low and chilling**—

"**So, Rosward… did I hear you right?**"

His **golden and black eyes gleamed**.

"**You said… you would kill my family?**"