Chapter 229: The Tyrant's Finale, The Shiro-Yu Kingdom!
Held aloft in the air, Wapol kicked his legs frantically. His face turned purple, and for the first time, true terror appeared in his eyes. "Wh-What are you doing... I am the KING!!!"
Roy turned around, facing all the citizens. His voice rang out in the cold wind, resonating powerfully throughout the entire plaza:
"He expelled the nation's doctors, causing countless civilians to die of illness."
"He embezzled the national treasury, leaving the people to starve to death."
"He abused royal authority, slaughtering those who resisted, sealing the entire island with blood and iron."
With every sentence spoken, the crowd in the plaza was moved even deeper.
From initial fear—
To jaw-dropping shock—
To uncontrollable rage and fanaticism!
"HE IS A DEVIL!!"
A white-haired old man knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. "My wife, my granddaughter... they all died under his ban on medicine!!!"
"KILL HIM!!"
"Avenge my brother!!!"
"Give us justice!!!"
In an instant, roars and cries erupted like a tidal wave, surging across every inch of snow in the plaza.
Roy looked down at Wapol, his gaze suffocatingly cold.
"Do you hear that?"
"This is the final judgment from the 'subjects' you spoke of."
"I-I am the King of a member nation!! I am recognized by the World Government—"
"CRACK—!!!"
The crisp sound of breaking bone echoed!
Roy twisted his fingers, publicly "snapping" Wapol's neck. His bloated body fell limply onto the snow, like a pile of dead meat.
"THUD."
Dust settled. No blood was seen, fear dissipated.
After a brief silence, the entire plaza suddenly erupted in earth-shaking cheers!
"THANK YOU!!!"
"HERO!!!"
"LORD MARINE!!!"
Countless people ran to spread the news. Some wept aloud, some lifted their children high, and some threw medicinal herbs into the air, as if holding a feast of herbs for this day of liberation!
Chopper gaped, staring blankly at everything before him. "He... really killed the King..."
Dr. Kureha's gaze was deep as she looked at Roy's calmly standing back, slowly sighing.
"Not killed, but reckoned."
However, at this very moment, no one noticed—
The instant the "corpse" hit the ground, Roy's fingertip trembled slightly.
"SWISH."
Space rippled briefly, and Wapol's "corpse" on the ground was quietly transferred away by spatial ability.
The wind and snow gradually ceased. The sun pushed aside the heavy clouds, golden light spilling onto the pristine white snow, and onto the faces of the people who had just walked out of darkness.
They looked up at Roy standing on the high platform, their expressions devout and admiring.
Roy spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet penetrating the wind and snow like a bell: "The future of this country—"
"Is for you to decide yourselves."
In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.
Seconds later, shouts erupted like a wave from the depths of the crowd, gathering momentum: "DALTON!!!"
"WE NEED DALTON!!!"
"ONLY HE IS WORTHY OF ENTRUSTING OUR FUTURE TO!!!"
He was the only knight in their hearts who had never fallen.
Drum Kingdom · Underground Prison
In a dimly lit, damp cell, a man draped in chains suddenly opened his eyes.
"Mr. Dalton! Come out quickly!! The people in the plaza are calling for you!!"
Dalton, the Captain of the Guard imprisoned for resisting Wapol, was finally carried high out of the prison by the people.
Standing in the center of the sunlit plaza, looking at the familiar snow mountains and the unfamiliar hope, his eyes were filled with shock and emotion.
"I... how can I be worthy..."
He murmured, looking at Roy on the stage.
Roy patted him on the shoulder, his tone frank and powerful:
"The people's choice is the best answer."
"From this day forth, the Drum Kingdom Reconstruction Committee will have Dalton as the interim administrator."
The people of the entire nation applauded and cheered.
More importantly, this announcement flew like a carrier pigeon to all corners of the world...
The next day, all over the world, doctors returned home.
Ships set sail from the North Blue, South Blue, and various seas of the Grand Line.
"Finally... we can go home."
"That guy Wapol has finally fallen!"
"We will restore Drum's glory to the world medical map!"
An old white-haired doctor placed his hand on a young junior's shoulder, his gaze firm. "Let's go, child. We need to relight hope for this country."
Holy Land Mary Geoise · Chamber of Authority
In the Five Elders' conference room, beside the huge mahogany table, the atmosphere was solidified.
St. Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro slammed the table angrily, face ashen. "Roy privately executed the king of a member nation?! This is a serious overstep of authority!! He must be punished!!"
St. Topman Warcury echoed coldly, "Destroying order, damaging the system! Once this precedent is set, subordinates will follow suit!!!"
Just then, urgent intelligence data just arrived from Drum was handed to the table.
St. Shepherd Ju Peter slowly unfolded it, brows twitching slightly:
[Analysis of Current Situation in Drum Kingdom]
Former King Wapol implemented extreme medical bans, expelling doctors and causing the collapse of the national medical system, leading to a surge in mortality rates.
Roy united local physicians to restore public medical treatment and facilitated the transfer of power.
The public spontaneously elected Dalton as interim administrator; stability maintenance effects are excellent.
Medical talent is returning to the country; research and education systems are about to restart.
The new regime promises to increase tax revenue; future "Heavenly Tribute" is expected to grow by 20%.
No riots or protests nationwide; international public opinion is unanimously positive.
The five finished reading and fell into silence for a while.
St. Marcus Mars sighed slowly. "The King is dead... but the citizens have no objections."
St. Jaygarcia Saturn put down the report. "And they even guarantee to hand over more 'Heavenly Tribute'."
St. Mars: "He actually revived a dying member nation..."
St. Nusjuro gritted his teeth unwillingly. "What is this?!!"
St. Saturn spoke slowly, his tone low:
"Then what else can we do?"
"—Even if we don't recognize it, we have to pretend we do."
Several Days Later · Shiro-Yu Kingdom (Kingdom of White Healing)
The nation in the wind and snow was quietly reborn.
Dalton formally ascended as "Acting Consul," abolishing old laws, opening up medical care, and rebuilding the education system.
Doctors who had been expelled all over the world returned one after another. Laughter of children and the bells of hospitals rang out again on the snow-white streets.
As reforms progressed, a name symbolizing the new era was proposed—
"We are no longer that Drum Kingdom ruled by tyranny."
The initial proposal was "Sakura Kingdom," to commemorate the gentle dreamland in countless hearts when cherry blossoms fall in the snow.
But during a casual chat after tea, Chopper carefully poked half his face out from behind Dr. Kureha's leg and whispered:
"How about... calling it 'Shiro-Yu Kingdom' (Kingdom of White Healing)...?"
"'Shiro' (White) is snow, and also purity..."
"'Yu' (Healing) is curing, and also hope..."
The room fell silent instantly.
Dalton murmured thoughtfully, "Shiro-Yu... hope and recovery amidst white snow..."
In the end, it passed unanimously.
The Shiro-Yu Kingdom was born.
Its royal emblem is a green medicinal herb blooming in the snow, symbolizing life and the light of healing that never extinguishes even in the coldest winter.
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