People of their caliber couldn't represent them on the Golden Lion, although Coby didn't know what they were going there for either.

Although both are vice admirals, there are still differences between them. Koby is a newly promoted vice admiral, and even one whose foundation is not stable. Garp doesn't have that many 'legacy' for him to inherit, and most of them have returned to Kuzan's command with Kuzan's return.

Only senior naval personnel or those with some rank can board that ship.

Soon, Bellemere heard some excited voices coming from the Golden Lion. It sounded like they were arguing, and the tone was quite agitated, but it also sounded like they were making a vow. It was unclear what they were doing.

"Even so..."

Smoker, cigar in mouth, stared intently at the bearded man. "Hey, Cass, can you really guarantee that after we win, the world will definitely turn out like that? You know, there's a high probability that the world will descend into chaos."

Without the World Government, the seas would undoubtedly descend into chaos.

"have no idea."

Cass shook his head and said very honestly, "All we can do is get things done. What's the point of thinking about anything if we haven't even done anything?"

Wilbur said, "The World Government has ruled the world for eight hundred years. Perhaps their initial intentions were good, but it must be said that they have indeed changed. Perhaps we will change in the future too, but that's all in the 'future.' No one can say for sure, but in any case..."

He closed his eyes, reached up to embrace the sky, and said devoutly, "Perhaps we have already gone astray and walked down an unknown path, but at least for now, we believe in that ideal and will fight for it."

"And this ideal itself is not wrong; the only ones who are wrong are us. Therefore, it will definitely be realized, even if it takes another eight hundred years or another eight thousand years!"

He opened his eyes, just as the sunlight shone directly behind him, illuminating Wilbur as if he were enveloped in holy light, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Striving for the right ideals—that is our purpose, and that is enough, because..."

"This ideal is so fascinating."

The ideal... is so fascinating.

"I see..."

Smoker smiled and said, "Then I have no objection. Let's do it this way and fight first."

Yes, that ideal is indeed so captivating.

Even if something irreversible happens in the future, for now, their initial intentions were good, their current ideals were good, and they never thought about ruling the world, and that's enough.

They were simply a navy, fighting for the ideal of peace.

"Alright, we're almost at the Red Line. I've heard that pirates will declare their ideals when they arrive at the Red Line. So let's also make an oath. Unlike pirates who have their own ideals, we Marines have only one ideal from beginning to end."

Cass suddenly stretched out his hand towards the crowd and declared in a resounding voice, "For world peace."