Blake didn't spend much effort dealing with the three members of the God's Knights.
Seeing that the battle on the island was over, Stella, being perceptive, immediately opened a spatial gate, and Blake stepped inside.
Pulling down the mask on his face and tossing the damaged formal attire aside, Blake finally noticed the slightly worried look in Stella's eyes.
"Your Highness, are you alright? I just saw..."
Blake smiled and reached out to ruffle Stella's golden hair:
"Don't worry, that was just my fighting style. How could these small fries possibly hurt me?"
Despite his words, Stella was still uneasy and wanted to check Blake over.
Regarding the concern of the Head Maid, Blake simply let her have her way.
A moment later, Stella, who had thoroughly checked Blake several times, finally breathed a sigh of relief:
"Your Highness, should we return to the Holy Land now?"
Blake thought for a moment, then shook his head:
"Wait a little longer."
The fight between him and the three Knights of God sounds like a long story, but in reality, it only took less than ten moves from start to finish.
If counting from the death of No. 46, it was only two or three moves.
Even including the time spent on dialogue and contemplation, not much time had actually passed.
Even if Imu could sense the death of the Knight of God, it would still take some time to send someone over.
Blake planned to stay here a little longer to see if any other Knights of God would come to check the situation.
Of course, he wasn't planning on killing a few more Knights of God.
As long as they weren't fools, anyone coming this time would certainly be fully prepared and wouldn't be so easy to deal with.
Moreover, Blake didn't intend for the God's Knights to suffer massive losses right now, as he would still need to personally step in to deal with the sun god later.
He just wanted to confirm whether Imu could sense the death of the Knight of God remotely.
If no one came within an hour, it would mean that the contract between Imu and the Knights of God could not sense life or death.
In any case, Blake didn't believe that Imu would know members of the God's Knights had died in battle and still not send anyone to check.
Just like that, Minion Island slowly sank into the seabed, stirring up a massive wave.
An hour later, Blake only saw a few birds carrying cameras flying across the sky, and nothing else.
He said thoughtfully:
"Let's go, we're heading back!"
It seems Imu really can't sense the life and death of the Knights of God. That's interesting.
According to Blake's understanding, if all abilities originated from Imu himself, since he can control and communicate with souls, sensing life and death should be the most basic ability. Why did no one come?
Even if they worried about an ambush, didn't the Marines just leave?
Anyway, to the World Government, the Marines are just cannon fodder. If they die, they die. Sending them to check wouldn't take much effort.
But... there was nothing.
Oh right, except for Morgans' birds.
But this doubt couldn't be solved by just thinking; Blake needed more information.
Using Stella's pocket dimension, the two quickly left the area before emerging from the space.
There was no need to rush back. Blake, holding Stella, leisurely flew toward Mary Geoise, and only after reaching the vicinity of the Holy Land did they use the pocket dimension again to return to the mansion.
It was already very late, and Blake yawned:
"Go back and rest first. You've worked hard these past two days."
After giving a casual instruction, Blake returned to his room.
The battle on Minion Island this time was neither particularly long nor particularly short.
The previous riot in Mary Geoise was resolved in just one night; the sun god's group dealt with Kaido in less than a night; and in the original work, Whitebeard's attack on Marineford, from the start of the battle until Whitebeard's death, seemed to only take three hours.
However, Jabra and Oden once fought for several days, and Akainu and Aokiji fought for ten days and ten nights on Punk Hazard.
Therefore, the duration of battles in this world is actually quite strange—sometimes they are extremely long, and sometimes they are very fast.
The battle to seize the Ope-Ope no Mi on Minion Island this time was somewhere in between, lasting one day and two nights.
This amount of time was naturally nothing to Blake; the yawn was purely his biological clock acting up.
But Stella's physique was still a bit frail; after such a long time without sleep, her body couldn't hold up anymore.
The next morning, Blake woke up in his large bed, got dressed with the help of the maid, and came to the dining room.
Seeing him appear, the several people in the dining room showed different expressions.
Hancock was the first to rush over:
"Saint Blake-sama, you're finally back! Where have you been these past few days?"
The 17-year-old Hancock was now a graceful young woman, looking much the same as her appearance in the original work, though her demeanor was slightly different.
Embracing the rushing Hancock, Blake smiled and gave a perfunctory reply:
"Of course, I went to do something important!"
Hancock pouted discontentedly but didn't press the matter further.
Robin, Perona, and Olga gathered together, whispering amongst themselves.
"Hey, Robin, look at him—that frivolous smile. He definitely went off alone to do something secretive, hiding it from everyone."
Perona stroked her chin, wearing an expression that suggested she had seen right through everything.
Robin set down her teacup, a knowing smile playing on her lips:
"He's been gone for so long, yet he comes back in a great mood. It's obvious he went and did something bad that pleased him!"
Olga nodded:
"He probably secretly ran off and blew up some palace he didn't like. That's why he's so happy."
Both of them looked at Olga, who had just spoken her mind, and mentally griped, *You're* the one who wants to find a palace to blow up, aren't you?
Olga, however, seemed oblivious to their expressions and continued on her own:
"He's probably still savoring the joy of that 'boom' sound in his heart right now!"
Following that, she turned and started sharing the details of Blake blowing up a palace with Perona and Robin, describing it vividly as if she had witnessed it herself.
Perona gradually became captivated by her idea and started helping her refine the details of the palace bombing, while Robin quietly backed away, keeping distance from the two troublemakers.
The more outrageous the two became, the more Blake's eye twitched, and a vein popped on his forehead.
These two little girls were getting increasingly lawless—how dare they spread rumors about him right to his face?!
He walked behind the two with a cold smile and grabbed Perona and Olga by the back of their collars, one in each hand.
"Wah! What are you trying to do?! I'm warning you, I know your secrets!"
"That's right! We know everything! Let us down right now!"
"Is that so?"
Blake smiled:
"Then write me a plan for blowing up the palace!"
With that, he flung his arms, and the two girls flew out the dining room window accompanied by startled cries.
Plop! Plop!
The two figures fell into the gigantic fishbowls in the yard. Ida, who had been sleeping in the water, was startled, suddenly poked her head out of the water, water droplets clinging to her pink hair, her blue eyes full of confusion:
"What's going on? What's going on? Was that an earthquake?"
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