It wasn't until Doflamingo disappeared beyond the manor gates that the Guards and the dozens of Celestial Dragons present snapped out of their daze.

Many collapsed to the ground in fear that Doflamingo might return to settle scores later, while others were simply shaken to the core.

Had it not been for Shamrock's timely intervention, some of them would surely have been killed in the game of Red Light, Green Light they'd been dragged into.

This game was quite popular in Pangaea Castle—or more accurately, it was one of the favorites among the Celestial Dragons.

Simple yet entertaining, what thrilled them most was watching the terrified, helpless and despairing reactions of the slaves, maids, or guards caught in the game.

Well-versed in the rules, they naturally feared Doflamingo might retaliate in the same manner.

"Father, we can't just sit here and wait for doom," declared Donquixote Fernando suddenly, rising to his feet with clenched fists.

"We must seek an audience with the Five Elders and have them intervene!"

"Yes! Let's all go to the Five Elders! We can't let Doflamingo trample over us like this anymore! We are gods—how dare he treat us this way?"

"Why are you all standing around? Let's head to the Chamber of Power together!"

As more Celestial Dragons rallied behind him, Fernando decisively turned and strode towards the manor gates.

The other Celestial Dragons, who had been dragged into the manor by Doflamingo, quickly followed, marching en masse towards the Chamber of Power.

The moment Fernando stepped outside, he glared furiously at the crowd of Celestial Dragons gathered in front of his home, spectating the commotion.

"The dignity and authority of the gods have been challenged so disgracefully and you still choose to stand by and watch?" he spat through gritted teeth.

"Fernando, this is an internal matter of the Donquixote family. Don't drag us into it!" A fat Celestial Dragon stepped forward, his voice gruff.

"We have no quarrel with Doflamingo. Even when his father renounced his status as a Celestial Dragon, we merely called him foolish in passing—we never did anything excessive to their family."

"His father truly was an idiot, abandoning the status of a Celestial Dragon to go to the North Blue, only to be bullied by those lowly commoners."

Mid-sentence, the fat Celestial Dragon's eyes widened in horror.

"W-wait… what did I just say? Will Doflamingo come after me for this?!"

Before anyone could respond, he panicked.

"Alright, alright, I'll go with you to see the Five Elders!"

"Come to think of it… I think I might've insulted Doflamingo before too? Oh God, what a mess! Why did he have to return to the Holy Land? If I'd known he'd rise to this, I would've been more polite back then!"

"Oh no! When he first came to the Holy Land, I scolded him and demanded to know why he didn't kneel before a god!"

As more Celestial Dragons came to similar realizations, Fernando's confidence grew.

With so many of them stepping forward, he refused to believe the Chamber of Power would ignore this.

Before long, Fernando led a procession of hundreds of Celestial Dragons, marching imposingly towards the World Government headquarters.

Originally intending to charge into the headquarters' gates, Fernando suddenly changed his mind.

He stood in Pangea Square, facing the headquarters building and shouted loudly.

"Five Elders, please uphold justice for us!"

Seeing this, other Celestial Dragons also raised their voices in unison, shouting.

"Elders, please uphold justice for us!"

Amids the clamor of these hundreds of Celestial Dragons, others who had initially remained indifferent were drawn in, flooding into Pangae Square like a tide to join the chorus of demands.

Soon, the number of Celestial Dragons gathered in Pangea Square exceeded three hundred and continued to grow.

Meanwhile, at the far edge of Pangea Square, in a small plot of cultivated land, a young woman dressed in Celestial Dragon attire was sweating profusely as she watered a vegetables.

Hearing the increasingly loud shouts from the square, the young woman blinked in confusion before setting down her ladle and looking up towards the commotion.

Just as her gaze swept across the square, a similarly dressed but emaciated young man suddenly rushed over excitedly, exclaiming.

"Sharlia, come with me to the square! Doflamingo has provoked public outrage. If we join now, you might never have to farm here again!"

Sharlia glared at the man.

Despite her laborious work, her arrogance remained undiminished.

"This princess has no time for such childish antics. Besides, it wasn't Doflamingo who assigned me to farm here—it was the Fleet Admiral."

"Isn't it the same?" The young man blinked, his eyes brimming with naive stupidity.

Sharlia waved him off dismissively. "Explaining to a fool like you is pointless. This princess needs to fertilize the seedlings now. Leave."

With that, Sharlia—utterly unconcerned with the noble status of a Celestial Dragon—marched straight into the nearby woods, returning with a bucket of fertilizer.

Under the stunned gaze of the Celestial Dragon man, she expertly scooped up the foul mixture of cow dung and began fertilizing the crops.

"Sharlia, how... how can you stoop to such lowly work?"

After a brief moment of shock, the young man quickly covered his nose in disgust.

"Disgusting! Don't ever say you know me again."

With that, the man turned and fled, clearly unwilling to stay another second.

Glancing at the growing crowd in the square, Sharlia couldn't help but mutter.

"A bunch of foolish Celestial Dragons. Haven't the lessons of the Marcus and Shepherd families been harsh enough?"

As a member of the Rosward Family of the Holy Land's Celestial Dragons, she had long understood the current political climate through the purges triggered by the Marcus and Shepherd families.

Moreover, her brother Charlos had paid with his life for it.

Her goal now was simple: gain the favor of the Fleet Admiral. Only by earning his approval could the Rosward Family secure an unshakable position in the Holy Land.

That was why, during this time, she had set aside both her Celestial Dragon status and the hatred over her brother's death, diligently tending to this plot of land and filling it with vegetables and fruits.

When the Fleet Admiral saw the ripe fruits and flourishing crops, he would surely be delighted!

This might just elevate the Rosward family, allowing her father to enter the Chamber of Power as the new Five Elders.

Even if that dream couldn't be realized, given her status, position, and beauty...

At the thought of the domineering figure she had once seen in the Chamber of Power, Sharlia couldn't help but feel her throat go dry, an inexplicable urge surging within her—a desire to be utterly possessed by him.

"Sharlia, your awareness has grown lately!"

Just then, the Agricultural God of War, Zephyr, approached her while carrying two buckets of water.

Hearing this, Sharlia quickly snapped out of her thoughts and replied respectfully.

"All thanks to your wise guidance, Zephyr-sama."

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