Chapter 14: The Kingdom of Germa

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Several days later—

The North Blue.

In an unknown expanse of the ocean.

A massive "landmass" floated on the surface of the sea, bearing the black flag emblazoned with the number "66," symbolizing Germa 66. The flag fluttered proudly and boldly in the wind.

Upon closer inspection, this "landmass" was actually a collection of enormous sea slugs transformed into "Warship Houses." Through intricate connecting mechanisms, these ships seamlessly merged together to form a sprawling structure—large enough to rival some small towns. This was the domain of the Vinsmoke family, rulers who once dominated the North Blue through sheer military might—the Kingdom of Germa!

Germa had no fixed territory.

Under normal circumstances, dozens of Warship Houses operated independently across the seas. When needed, they could converge into a single colossal landmass—a mobile fortress that served as both stronghold and nation for its people.

Most citizens were male, and all were soldiers.

From afar, one could see soldiers training tirelessly in the plaza within Germa’s borders. Shirtless warriors, their muscular frames glistening under the sun, pushed themselves without rest or reprieve.

Inside the opulent yet uniquely styled palace...

"Come to think of it, Iji and the others should be back today, right?"

A strikingly beautiful woman lounged gracefully, her pink mid-length hair framing a face of delicate features. Her legs, clad in a short skirt, were crossed elegantly as she cradled a steaming cup of coffee, sipping it with refined poise. Despite her circular eyebrows—an unusual trait—they only added to her allure rather than detracting from it. Her alabaster skin, glossy red lips, and gentle smile radiated warmth and sensuality.

This was a woman exuding grace and allure—a vision of beauty and charm.

"Yes, Lord Iji contacted us this morning. They aren’t far from headquarters now…" Standing behind her, a young maid dressed impeccably in uniform responded with a soft smile. Her posture was flawless, hands folded neatly over her abdomen, every movement precise and elegant.

The maid’s long, straight golden-blonde hair cascaded down her back, while her emerald-green eyes sparkled like precious gems. Her exquisite features, flawless complexion, and voluptuous figure strained slightly against her tight-fitting attire, drawing attention involuntarily. In terms of beauty and physique, she rivaled even the pink-haired noblewoman sitting before her.

But Reiju knew better than anyone—the seemingly gentle demeanor of this maid belied her true nature. After all, she was personally trained by none other than Reiju’s troublesome younger brother.

"There's nothing to worry about—it was just another routine expedition…" Seated across from Reiju on an expensive sofa, a green-haired man with curly "66"-shaped eyebrows bit into an apple. "Still, if given the chance, I’d love to see how battered he looks."

"Indeed," chimed in another voice. A tall, imposing figure entered the room, clad in battle armor marked with Germa’s insignia. His metallic helmet gleamed under the light, his golden mane flowing freely alongside a neatly trimmed beard. "Back then, that brat used to come home injured so often it became mundane. But ever since three years ago, we’ve hardly seen him sustain any wounds at all…"

This authoritative figure was none other than the current patriarch of the Vinsmoke clan—the supreme commander of Germa 66 and king of the Germa Kingdom—Vinsmoke Judge!

"Your Majesty!" Isabel bowed deeply, greeting Vinsmoke Judge with utmost respect.

"Father..."

"They haven't arrived yet, but they should—" Reiju stood up, her sensual curves accentuated by her poised stance. Suddenly, her ears twitched slightly, and a knowing smile spread across her face. "Ah? What impeccable timing… Father, that troublemaker is back!"

"Hmm, so the brat has returned!" Vinsmoke Judge raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Reiju, Yonji, go out and greet him."

His tone carried traces of exasperation but also undeniable pride. Unlike his other children, Iji had never shown much deference to authority. Yet, in every aspect—strength, intelligence, tactical acumen—he far surpassed his hot-headed brother Niji and impulsive brother Yonji combined.

"Yes, Father!"

Yonji, seated on the couch, grimaced reluctantly, clearly unenthusiastic about the task.

"Hehe, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to, Yonji~~~" Reiju teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she turned to leave the hall. Pausing at the doorway, she glanced back at Yonji’s darkening expression and added nonchalantly, "You can always settle things with your ‘fists.’"

"..."

Isabel, walking beside Reiju to welcome the returning prince, couldn’t suppress a grin at the jab. With Iji’s overwhelming strength, even without donning his combat gear, neither Niji nor Yonji stood a chance against him. Any confrontation would end in their utter humiliation.

"Look, they’re here!"

"It’s our Warship Houses—no doubt about it!"

"Welcome back, my lords!"

"Lord Iji! You’ve worked hard!!!"

"And Lord Niji too!"

On the vast ocean, more than a dozen colossal warships came into view. Soldiers of Germa greeted their returning comrades with fervor, admiration, and reverence. This was a nation built on martial prowess—a society where strength reigned supreme. These men worshipped power, and none embodied it more than Iji and Niji, whose exploits inspired awe and loyalty among their ranks.

Chapter end