One Piece: Under the Throne

The battle in the square has spread to the entire capital, and a large number of civilians have begun to flee.

Before the war, Leo and the other three had already assigned their tasks. Leo and Will were mainly responsible for creating chaos, while Gloria took advantage of the chaos to rescue Alfred. However, things went beyond the plan. Fortunately, the purpose of releasing Alfred was achieved.

As the second strongest force in the team, Charles's task is to monitor the Mafia headquarters and intercept Mafia cadres when necessary.

"Things over there are going too far. It feels like the whole city has turned into a battlefield. It seems like there's something unexpected going on in Captain's plan." Charles was hiding in a tree near the Mafia headquarters, watching the John family with a bit of boredom.

Suddenly, a group of mafia rushed out of the villa and headed towards the square. Soon they split into two teams, and the leader left the team and went to the noble district alone.

Charles quickly caught up with the lone ranger. There was nothing interesting about the mafia henchmen heading to the square, but this one aroused Charles' interest.

The Mafia cadre was walking along the path in the middle of the noble villa, while Charles was moving on the roof and quickly surpassed the Mafia cadre, blocking him in an alley. When facing the Mafia cadre, Charles was surprised to find that this guy seemed to be his fan.

"I remember you. Your name is Leon, right? Since you also love food, I will not hurt you if you choose to surrender." Charles tried his best to make his expression look sincere, hoping to influence this person.

And Leon would never forget Charles' face in his dreams. This shameless guy dared to speak so shamelessly. Leon blushed instantly.

"Hahaha, isn't this Chef Charles? I've been dreaming about you these past few days. Thank you for taking care of me before."

Charles was very happy to hear the other party say this: "It turns out that not all mafia members are without aspirations. Put down your weapon. After we rescue Alfred, I am willing to cook for you again." After saying this, he stretched out his hand to Leon with a smile on his face.

Leon accelerated towards Charles, the smile on his face suddenly became distorted: "I dream of cutting you into pieces every day!"

Charles crossed his arms and nodded in agreement. "There are many dishes that require cutting into pieces. I will cook my best dish to entertain you."

"Go to hell!" With a sizzling sound, Leon's arms turned into chainsaws and swung towards Charles.

Huh? This guy is a bit over-enthusiastic. Charles dodged Leon's attack easily, and the chainsaw fell to the ground, creating a lot of sparks. Then he kicked Leon in the face, and Leon flew backwards, until he hit the villa next to him, and his whole body was embedded in the wall.

Charles cried out inwardly that something was wrong and subconsciously fought back, so he quickly ran over and pulled Leon down from the wall.

"Friend, are you okay? I'm not used to close contact with people. The attack just now was purely accidental. Please don't be offended. How about I cook for you to make up for it?" Charles said apologetically, patting Leon on the back.

"Ahem, who wants to eat your disgusting food? Go to hell, you bastard."

Sizzle, ah-ha!

Leon suddenly attacked, his hands turned into electric saws and chopped off Charles' hands. The chef must have been desperate to lose his hands. Thinking of the next scene, Leon's face flushed with excitement.

However, the imagined blood-spattering scene did not appear, instead, sparks flew again. In an instant, Childs's hand turned into a frying pan to block the attack of the chainsaw, and the flying sparks reflected an indifferent face.

"You bastard, is your tongue just a decoration? You actually said my cooking is bad." The bent arm was raised little by little, and under Leon's incredulous gaze, the frying pan bounced off the attack of the chainsaw.

At the moment of deflecting the attack, Charles turned and kicked out: "Shoot him, sharpshooter." A shining spear hit Leon's abdomen, and the spear continued to extend and nailed him to the wall again.

"Hehe, I was careless. I didn't expect you were also a devil fruit user." Leon kept coughing up blood. Being seriously injured instead aroused his ferocity.

Leon, the incarnation of tough guy, made a surprising decision. He allowed the spear to pierce his abdomen and move towards Charles along the shaft.

"Hahahaha, this will block one of your legs. Let's have a good fight."

Sizzle, ah-ha!

Leon's eyes turned red and he suddenly quickened his pace. His arms turned into electric saws again and he pounced on Charles with his fangs and claws. However, something unexpected stopped Leon.

I saw an oval-shaped object suddenly appear on the gun barrel, just blocking Leon.

"No, I don't accept it! Why is there a guard on the spear?"

It would be fine if it could stretch, but isn't the guard part of the knife? Why is it in a place where it shouldn't be? Leon was completely defeated by Charles's move.

Charles ignored the hysterical Leon, but jumped up again and turned in the air to kick. The rotation of his body drove the spear, and Leon's face turned pale with pain, but he could not feel the pain the next second, because another spear pierced his head.

……

A battle is about to break out in the square.

"Mr. Knight, shouldn't you obey the king's orders and wait for death here? Are you planning to disobey orders again?" Fusman sneered and mocked Alfred.

Fusman looked down on this old-fashioned knight commander. He was so powerful, but he bowed to a fool like Grid. He wanted to kill him, but he was always hesitant. Facing such a person who had great power but didn't know how to use it, Fusman was full of contempt.

"You are right. I have been bound for too long. But my king is dead. The shackles on me are gone. Today I will personally kill you."

However, Alfred did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, he picked up the injured Gloria and planned to take her away from the battlefield first.

Fusman laughed loudly and said, "You always find new shackles for yourself. Do you still want to kill me?" After saying that, he cut off the execution rack with a knife.

As soon as Alfred landed with Gloria in his arms, he was attacked by Fusman. In a hurry, Alfred could only resist with one hand. He had no weapon in his hand, so he could only rely on the armed color domineering to resist.

Bang, bang, bang, the scimitar and the arm kept colliding, and Alfred fought and retreated. In terms of martial arts, he was naturally stronger than Fusman, but now Alfred was unarmed after all, and he was holding Gloria in his arms.

Suddenly, Alfred changed his tactics. He dodged Fussman's knife and immediately approached him and punched him. Fussman couldn't retract his scimitar in time, so he had to use the handle to punch back. What Fussman didn't expect was that the opponent's fist seemed to have no power when the two fists collided. It turned out that Alfred wanted to use the fist to escape from the battle.

But how could Fussman let Alfred escape easily? He took out a pistol from somewhere and two bullets were fired instantly.

Alfred's eyes flashed red, and his powerful observation Haki allowed him to dodge one bullet in an instant and block another with his shoulder. Feeling the pain from his shoulder, Alfred said in a deep voice: "Gun fighting? Fusman didn't expect you to be a pirate."

Hush! Fussman blew at the muzzle of his gun: "Who didn't yearn for the sea when they were young? That was an unforgettable time."

Alfred placed Gloria in the corner of the square and said softly, "Little girl, hide here. I will come back to pick you up after I have dealt with the enemy."

Gloria said weakly, "Come on, handsome uncle, teach that guy who dared to shoot me a lesson for me."

Alfred rubbed Gloria's head and then picked up a knight's sword and walked towards Fusman.

"Come on, Fusman, the crimes you committed do not require trial. I will kill you here today." Alfred picked up the sword and exuded a sharp aura.

Fusman also picked up his scimitar again and stood opposite Alfred: "I didn't dare to face a great swordsman like you before, but after several days of torture, how much of your strength can you exert?"

The two men standing with swords in hand disappeared in an instant, and the sound of swords clashing could be heard from the square. Fussman's sword thrusts and slashes were all neutralized by Alfred, and Alfred also had to be on guard against Fussman's sneak attacks with his musket.

Fusman's swordsmanship is not weak. His rich combat experience and the entanglement of armament color enable him to fight Alfred on equal terms.

"Ahahaha, Lord Knight, aren't you a great swordsman? Where's your Flying Slash? With your current strength, you have no chance of killing me." Hundreds of rounds of fighting allowed Fusman to see the opponent's strength clearly. It seemed that today he had a chance to eliminate the biggest obstacle that prevented him from stealing the Kingdom of Gorud.

Suddenly, Fussman kicked a soldier towards Alfred, and when the soldier dodged, he drew his gun and attacked.

Ding ding ding, the bullets were cut off by the sword.

Fusman instantly accelerated and rushed towards Alfred, slashing with a knife.

Alfred simply swung his sword downwards casually, deflecting the scimitar's trajectory, and then used the momentum to knock Forsman's sword away from bottom to top.

Fusman sneered and threw a handful of dust, hitting Alfred's eyes.

The sudden obstruction of his vision caused Alfred to pause briefly. Fussman seized this opportunity and punched Alfred hard. The black fist hit Alfred's chest and knocked him out.

Alfred broke through several walls in succession and was directly knocked into the depths of the castle. Fusman's long-planned attack directly hit him hard.

"Cough cough cough, ah, I still underestimated Fusman. Since when did my strength regress to this level." Alfred lay on the ground with blood spitting out of his mouth, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

Perhaps ever since the moment I began to waver in my belief, I no longer possessed the strength of a great swordsman. The title of Holy Light Swordsman, hidden deep in my memory, seemed to have been forgotten.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm sorry to the people of the Kingdom of Gorude, and I'm sorry to Leo. I messed up again." Alfred was in tears. His defeat at the hands of Fusman made him feel more regretful than any other defeat.

Clang, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded beside me. Looking in the direction of the sound, Alfred suddenly widened his eyes, and an incredible look appeared on his tearful face. You... haven't abandoned me yet?

It was not until this time that Alfred looked around carefully. It turned out that Fussman's punch knocked him into his own lounge in the castle.

Alfred picked up the thing that fell beside him. It was a gorgeous long sword. The scabbard and hilt were both snow-white, and the handle and pommel were plated with gold. There were also three gems inlaid on the scabbard, a ruby ​​symbolizing loyalty, an emerald symbolizing benevolence, and a sapphire symbolizing courage. It was the Great Sword Twenty-One Holy Sword Maria.

The sword that Alfred once regarded as his beloved had been left on the knife rack for many years, but it returned to him when Alfred was about to give up.

At the same time, Leo's words seemed to ring in my ears again: "Crooked justice is still justice. Don't put too many constraints on yourself. Do what you think is right!"

Alfred raised Maria to the level of his eyes, then slowly drew out his sword. The peerless black blade was unsheathed once again, ready to cut through all the thorns on the road ahead for his master.