Chapter 128: Journey to the Impel Down.
Lakeman reclined comfortably in his lavish room as the massive pink elephant strode forward with slow, rhythmic steps.
The journey passed uneventfully, and with the gentle sway of the elephant's movements, he rested well. After a few hours, the familiar outline of the port came into view, bustling with activity and bathed in the afternoon sun.
As the elephant came to a halt, Lakeman stepped out with unhurried grace. Without hesitation, he leaped from the beast's back, landing effortlessly on the ground.
Waiting at the edge of the dock were Kuzan and Pele, flanked by a contingent of royal guards. The sea breeze fluttered their cloaks as they watched him approach.
"Saint Lakeman," Pele said with a respectful bow.
Kuzan gave a casual nod, his hands buried in his pockets. "You sure know how to make an entrance."
Lakeman smirked. "Wouldn't feel right arriving any other way."
While they exchanged pleasantries, the girls began descending from the elephant, one by one, their silhouettes elegant as they stepped down the ornate staircase that hung from the side of the creature like a royal ramp.
Within minutes, CP agents had efficiently moved all the luggage aboard his luxury vessel—every trunk, crate, and delicate package, along with the elephant itself, which was gently guided into a custom-designed hold below deck.
A tall guard approached, saluting crisply.
"Master, preparations are complete. We're ready to set sail at your command."