"nation?"

David looked taken aback and instinctively said, "How can a state become the master of its people?"

People in this world don't have this concept.

In their eyes, a country must have a king and a leader.

Even in a place like Drum Island, a new king must be elected; otherwise, the original king will always have legitimate rights over the place.

Even now, if a new king is elected, the original king still has legitimate rights, so what matters next is the difference in strength.

Just as Doflamingo was inherently legitimate in Dressrosa.

"Why can't it work?"

Kuro rolled his eyes and said, "I just don't understand what you people are thinking. You can't wield a sword without something to rely on? Then just find something to rely on, right? If you don't want your neighbor to die, you can only become king. Since this is your only path, what's there to be reluctant about?"

"In the end, what's the point of not being able to wield a sword? It's just a matter of lacking an excuse. So let this country and its people be your masters."

Kuro said, "Pansar is a family with a long history in this country. With King Riku abdicated, you are qualified to fight for it. As a knight, your duty should be to protect the common people, not a single family."

"I..."

David opened his mouth, a look of hesitation on his face, but in the end, he shook his head: "Sir, if you can find a better king, I will persuade my neighbors to let that king forgive their sins. As for me, I am not fit to be king."

He didn't want those people to die, but he couldn't be king either.

Pansha cannot live without its owner.

"You're such a weirdo..."

Kuro took out his cigar case and tossed a cigar over.

David took it blankly, looking bewildered.

Click.

The sound of a lighter rang out.

Kuro lit a cigar and pointed to the burning spot, saying, "Look, there's no light inside the tent. The only light is in my hand. I lit it myself."

"If you have no master, find one; if you have no oath, find one. Make Dressrosa your master, and the common people your oath. Don't treat others as fire in the darkness to protect and pursue; make yourself the flame, the light!"

"Now that there are no torches, you are the only light!"

With a flick of his finger, Kuro sent the pulley lighter, carrying a flame, to the cigar in David's hand, lighting the end of the cigar.

“Try to be the light, David!” Kuro shouted.

David watched the cigar light up, trembling. "I, I..."

"If you keep dawdling, I won't let King Riku abdicate. If you maintain the status quo, your neighbor will definitely commit suicide. So what if you use yourself as firewood and get burned? Don't you have that much guts?!"

Wait, burn a handful of Wang...

Lord of Cinder?

“No, my neighbor can’t die!” David said instinctively upon hearing this.

Kuro said calmly, "The moment a person makes a choice, they will know what they want. You should know very well what you want in your heart."

David was stunned.

Yes, in that instant, the thought of not wanting his neighbor to die took over.

Kuro's words were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Be your own master...

When your own light...

Light...

He looked down at the burning cigar and asked uncertainly, "Can I really do this?"

Light was something that Pan Sha had always been chasing and protecting; he had never thought about it himself.

"You're fucking annoying!"

Kuro frowned and said, "If all else fails, you can just choose anyone as your master! Me, I'll do. I now command you to become light and fight for the throne of Dressrosa!"

David shuddered and looked up at Kuro in disbelief.

His first reaction was to refuse.

But then I thought about it again.

It seems... it's not impossible.

This man saved the civilians of Dressrosa. Unlike those outside who believed that the Straw Hats defeated Doflamingo and rescued Dressrosa, David knew very well that it was he who protected these civilians.

The earth-shaking tremors outside were a result of his previous battle with a powerful enemy; without his protection, Dressrosa would have been long gone.

He is a righteous person, without a doubt.

David may be a bit stubborn, but that doesn't mean he's brainless.

On the contrary, he has a clear understanding of the domestic situation and events.

The nobles of Dressrosa are not worthy of being called his master.

But Kuro's words woke him up. He didn't want his neighbors to die. He needed a master. This was Pansa's tradition, and it wasn't something that could be easily broken.

The idea of ​​a nation or ordinary citizens being masters is too unrealistic for him.

“I have no sword.” David lowered his head. “Eight hundred years ago, Pansa had no sword.”

"A sword? A real sword?"

Kuro exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked his finger. "Simple."

call!

As if something had broken through the air, a muffled thud was heard outside, and a jet-black bull-horn sword was firmly embedded in the ground outside the tent.

"If you don't have a sword, I'll give you one. You can have as many of these as you want."

Under everyone's gaze, he flicked his finger again, and the sword left the ground, flying to Kuro's side and hovering in mid-air.

"This is a [famous sword] that I got after defeating a pirate. I'm giving it to you. Judging from the calluses on your hands, it should be a greatsword, which suits you perfectly."

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