All of Waller Island stared at Morticia in mid-air, their gazes devoid of any of the mockery from before. Instead, their eyes were filled with icy fear. Under Morticia's terrifying aura, no one dared to say a word.

Forsythe's gaze was shining particularly ferociously.

His empress was indeed the best. He would have never dared to imagine that something like that would ever occur in the past—breaking into Waller Island alone and defeating Sunstream, yet she had done it with such ease.

Amidst his excitement, Forsythe's gaze was sharp as lightning as he cast a glance around him.

"Listen up! Sunstream The Third is dead. From now on, Waller Island will fall under the Sea Dragon Palace. If anyone has a problem with it or wishes to avenge Sunstream, step on up. If you can't, bow down to your Empress at once."

Plop!

As the words rang through the air, all of the Waller Island pirates could be seen falling to their knees at once. They quaked with fear, shaking in their boots.

"At your serv