"You... who the hell are you?!?!"
Looking at the man lounging on his throne, the young king forgot all about being pissed or demanding answers—the question just slipped out like he was possessed.
But nobody answered him.
The tall young man with his legs crossed just playfully extended his index finger, aiming at his head.
"Bang—"
Right in front of the terrified nobles, their king seemed to play along perfectly, head tilting as he collapsed to the ground, life or death unknown.
Not a scratch or drop of blood anywhere.
"Bang—"
The brief silence shattered with another sound effect as some fat-ass middle-aged noble mysteriously face-planted.
And just like that,
the slaughter began...
The nobles who usually obsessed over bloodlines and appearances suddenly didn't give a shit if they trampled their own relatives and friends, using their bodies as stepping stones in their mad dash for the palace exit.
The man perched on the throne pointed his finger forward like a kid playing with toy guns.
Maybe because they'd gotten soft living the high life, sucking the people dry for so long, they couldn't even sprint out of the palace properly.
One figure after another hit the deck, getting trampled by their own buddies.
Maybe finding the handgun too slow,
while the nobles' faces twisted with pure rage, the man on the throne grinned and raised his other hand too—
and not just his index finger. Both middle fingers shot up.
Then his sound effects started picking up speed:
"Rat-a-tat-tat..."
Like some action movie star, without spilling a drop of blood, the floor was soon carpeted with bodies.
Some were starting to lose their shit completely. One well-built noblewoman screamed her lungs out at that figure:
"Don't get so fucking cocky!!! You bastard!!! How dare you massacre nobles like this—aren't you scared of the World Government's wrath?
Just some lucky piece of trash who ate a Devil Fruit!!!"
Looking at his getup—head-to-toe black military gear, loaded with swords and guns—obviously some pirate or bandit scum.
She'd always looked down on trash like that, even had her guards waste them for sport on the streets.
As for his knockdown ability, she figured it was just some Devil Fruit bullshit.
Probably got his ass kicked by them before and now came crawling back for revenge against naturally superior people.
These types were annoying, but once the World Government's heavy hitters showed up, some bottom-feeder...
But honestly, her panicked, rage-filled screaming actually made the guy on the throne pause.
Aus's attention locked onto this hysterical bitch.
Trash, huh...
Looks like she's really used to looking down on everyone.
By the way, Aus thought his outfit was actually pretty badass.
Maybe her words hit something—Aus suddenly didn't feel like giving them quick deaths anymore.
"Then... time to taste the pain you've been dishing out."
"Click—"
Aus chuckled, like he'd just thought of something way more fun, and snapped his fingers.
Instantly,
whether it was ministers trying to flee the palace or the mentally shattered noblewoman, they all froze like statues.
The slaughter was over.
The [Armament Haki Internal Destruction + Warp] bullets had stopped firing.
Next up—
Noble edition [Donquixote Family Comeuppance]
...
"What twisted entertainment..."
Coldly watching the nobles getting strung up on the city walls by commoners, helplessly raging or pathetically begging for their lives, Mihawk didn't get it.
"Nothing to stress about, little hawk,"
Old Kik, who'd seen his share of shit, used Aus's nickname without noticing the black lines forming on Mihawk's face.
"The moment they went after our town, plus all those years bleeding the people dry while living like kings, their fate was sealed."
"Living like kings?"
The exasperated hawk's mouth twitched. After hearing that phrase, he got thoughtful, then glanced at Aus enjoying the show.
Maybe sensing that stare, Aus turned and met Mihawk's razor-sharp gaze, grinning.
"What? You don't think just because I said I wanted to live it up, I'd turn into this shit, do you?"
Aus's eyes stayed cool.
From up on the wall, he looked down at this circus. People overthrowing tyrants for payback was satisfying as hell, but that was it.
"Maybe they deserve to die..."
"But that's definitely not the real reason they're dying."
Glancing toward the other side of the wall, some general was gearing up to butcher civilians to save these nobles, but seeing Aus's silhouette, didn't dare twitch.
"The real reason they're dying
is just because they're not strong enough."
Near the execution wall, several suit-wearing figures hustled over.
Some nobles who'd been getting barbecued and were half-conscious suddenly exploded with survival instinct seeing these guys:
"Hey!!! World Government officials!!! The peasants are revolting!!!"
"Hurry up and save us!!! We'll pay whatever you want!!!"
"Get your hands off me! Don't touch this lady's dress!!! You filthy commoners, you pigs!!!"
They stared hopefully at those caped, suited figures, desperately praying they'd slaughter these peasants
and escort them back to the palace to keep negotiating joining the allied nations.
Even if they had to grovel like dogs, they'd secure that allied nation spot for World Government protection.
But what crushed their souls again was that these so-called "World Government officials" completely ignored them.
Instead, they walked right past the rioters, kept going, and finally used Moon Walk to reach the top of the wall.
Looking panicked but trying to stay respectful,
the leader started sweating bullets:
"There must be some misunderstanding here, Mr. Aus..."
But before he could finish, Aus—who was watching "Fallen Noble Ladies Get Wrecked by Commoners"—held up a hand:
"I know... For the Five Elders' sake, I won't make a big deal out of this."
"Buru buru buru..."
Aus had zero interest in wasting time with these small fries, instead dialing up Spandine's Den Den Mushi.
For piddly shit like this, he didn't need to bug the World Government's top brass every damn time.
With Spandine's rank and pull in the World Government, this was totally manageable.
Under these World Government goons' nervous stares, their boss's boss's voice drifted out of the Den Den Mushi, missing all the usual authority and arrogance:
"Moshi moshi Lord Aus
What can I do for you~"
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