Chapter 119: Binding Kuzan, Lakeman’s arrangement. (R-18)
Kuzan began his journey toward the capital, his footsteps steady as his eyes wandered across the barren landscape. The air was heavy with the scent of sand and dryness, and his gaze softened as he observed the people of this drought-stricken nation. The struggles etched into their faces told a story of resilience amidst relentless hardship—a constant battle against a merciless sun and an unforgiving scarcity of water.
As he moved along the dusty roads, Kuzan couldn't help but pity these people. Their plight weighed on him, even as he silently resolved to do what little he could. He eventually arrived at Alabama, the capital of Alubarna, his journey culminating in the heart of the desert kingdom.
Despite his well-known disdain for the Celestial Dragons, a flicker of curiosity and grudging respect surfaced as he thought about Saint Lakeman. From what he had heard, Lakeman wasn't like the others of his kind. He appeared to genuinely seek solutions to alleviate the water shortage plaguing this land—a stark contrast to the typical cruelty and negligence of the Celestial Dragons.
Kuzan's thoughts drifted to his years as a Marine. He had seen countless atrocities committed by the so-called "gods" of the world, his helplessness a bitter pill to swallow. Training under Garp had only deepened his disgust for them, as the legendary Marine's own disdain for the Celestial Dragons had rubbed off on him.
As Kuzan approached the royal palace, his imposing presence caught the attention of Chaka, the head of the royal guard. Recognizing the tall figure clad in Marine attire, Chaka's eyes lit up with recognition.
"Vice Admiral Kuzan!" Chaka stepped forward, his voice a mix of formality and excitement. "It's an honor to welcome you. His Majesty, King Cobra, and Saint Lakeman have been eagerly awaiting your arrival."
Kuzan gave a slight nod, his demeanor calm but reserved. "Lead the way," he said simply.
Chaka escorted Kuzan through the grand halls of the palace. The golden sands of the desert seemed a world away as they entered a space adorned with intricate tapestries and shimmering chandeliers.
Soon, they arrived at the dining hall, where a lavish spread awaited. At the head of the table sat Lakeman, his youthful features betraying none of the ruthlessness Kuzan had come to associate with his kind. Beside him were King Cobra, whose warm smile radiated genuine hospitality, and Queen Titi, a picture of regal elegance.
"Ah, Vice Admiral Kuzan!" Cobra rose from his seat, his voice filled with warmth. "Please, join us. You must be weary from your travels."
Lakeman glanced up, his blood-red eyes meeting Kuzan's with an intensity that was both unsettling and intriguing. "Come, Kuzan," he said, gesturing to the seat across from him. "Share a meal with us. You must be tired and hungry."