"How could it not be good? I told you, I'll help you deal with the pirates. I hate pirates too. If you show the cameko to the pirates, Sadako will take care of them," Lucas smiled.
Sengoku pondered Lucas's words deeply. The cameko sent by Lucas had already caused chaos within Marine Headquarters, leading to fatalities. However, if Sengoku were to truly heed Lucas's proposition, the spread of Sadako's cameko could indeed be a potent weapon against the pirates. This was excellent news for the Marines.
Sengoku had personally witnessed the night of horror, fully aware of the terrifying nature of Sadako. If Sadako could be unleashed upon the pirate territories, it would significantly reduce the challenges of dealing with unruly pirates.
But what did Lucas stand to gain from this? Was he genuinely motivated by a desire to do good?
Sengoku regarded Lucas with suspicion. "Have you never considered using that cameko as leverage? Perhaps to secure your release from Impel Down? Although I can assure you, I have no intention of letting you go."
Lucas responded with a sly smile. "Why would I want to leave? I'm perfectly content here."
His tone and demeanor conveyed an unusual satisfaction, as if the prison held a unique appeal for him.
Magellan, taken aback, glanced at the furnishings that had been removed. If anyone else had made such a statement, he would have vehemently argued, insisting that Impel Down was hell for criminals. Yet, Lucas's words somehow rang true. His life in prison appeared serene, void of suffering or despair.
Sengoku, torn between disbelief and a lack of counterargument, decided to change the topic of conversation.
"Furthermore, how do you have knowledge of this? What is your relationship with Sadako?" Sengoku inquired, stroking his chin.
"Of course, I'm close to Sadako, or how else would I know all of this?" Lucas continued to wear his easygoing smile, his responses a masterclass in ambiguity.
"What exactly is your relationship with Sadako?" Sengoku asked, growing increasingly frustrated with Lucas's evasive answers.
Lucas's response was abrupt, "She's my daughter."
Sengoku couldn't help but retort, "...That's not a funny joke."
Frustration mounting, Sengoku was at a loss with Lucas's cryptic statements. Lucas, however, maintained his smile, his demeanor shifting to one of sincerity. "She's my lover."
Sengoku's mouth twitched at the unexpected answer. It still seemed peculiar, but at least it was a more plausible response.
The uncertainty weighed on Sengoku's mind. He wasn't sure whether to believe Lucas, who seemed to revel in the confusion he sowed. However, one fact was undeniable: Lucas had spoken the truth about the cameko. Those who had viewed the cameko had indeed fallen victim to Sadako, claiming several lives in the process.
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner, if anyone were to pay close attention, a girl could be seen with her face turned a deep shade of crimson as she blushed profusely.