**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?**"