One Piece: Mandala Swordsman

Chapter 535 You are the heir of these four.

If I had actually fought my way to Whole Cake Island, would things have been different?

This is indeed a topic worth considering.

But Roman only thought about it for a moment before immediately cutting off his thoughts.

There are no "what ifs" in this world.

Even if you regret it, time will not come back.

Even if you don't want to, this is the reality right now.

There aren't that many heroes who fall from the sky in this world.

There aren't that many instances of "sparing someone from execution" that are so timely.

The reality is that by the time you receive a message from a Den Den Mushi, they are already gone.

The chance to save oneself disappears the moment one becomes aware of the situation.

this is the truth.

Cruel and real.

There is no escaping it.

One's own preconceived notions are of no use other than to beautify paths that have never been traversed.

"Dong dong dong..."

Ok?

There was a knock on Roman's office.

"Come in!!"

Then came a young navy officer.

When he saw the black dragon, he stammered a little because he was nervous.

However, when he saw the plants inside, he relaxed a lot.

An office that resembles a flower room naturally makes people feel relaxed.

It looks familiar.

They seem to be staff from the logistics department.

"What's matter?"

Roman stood up and poured him a cup of tea.

This flattered him greatly.

"Um, it's about Brigadier General Sly, Brigadier General Grant, Brigadier General Raven, and Brigadier General Patch."

He seemed to know this was a heavy topic, and he glanced furtively at Black Dragon's expression.

However, seeing that Black Dragon's expression was normal, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Any other questions?"

Upon the death of a Navy officer, their property and allowances will be transferred by the Logistics Department to their spouse, children, or parents.

If none of the above are available, then it will be given to a relative.

If the individual has no family members, the logistics department will advise them to write a will.

emm...

Although it sounds strange, that's the process.

After all, the navy's mortality rate is not low.

Making arrangements for one's affairs before death is also a rational choice.

Of course, there is another reason for this.

That is to control the greed of the logistics department.

If these funds are not properly disposed of, then the logistics personnel who deal with these funds every day are undoubtedly the ones who most want those navy personnel with no relatives or friends to die.

Once an evil thought arises, it takes root and sprouts like a tender bud.

Therefore, it is necessary to eliminate them from the beginning.

The system was created for this purpose.

As for Roman...

She did not write a will.

After all, "Roman" still has living relatives and doesn't need this kind of thing.

If she dies.

Her wealth would all be sent to the Land of Flowers.

However, all four of them were alone.

Forget about family, we don't even have distant relatives.

"In fact, they all left wills."

"I haven't heard of this before, so..."

"I'm sorry, but it's because everyone who is required to write this has been emphasized that they cannot disclose it to the designated heir. This is also a rule."

This is also a form of protection.

"Ha, this is quite unexpected. It's exactly the kind of thing they would do."

As if he had heard something funny, Roman suddenly burst into laughter.

……

A long time ago.

"Honestly, why do we have to write a will? It's so troublesome. Isn't this a curse on us?"

Gran felt a headache coming on just looking at the blank paper in front of him.

"After all, we're all colonels now. If we were to die unexpectedly, the compensation would be quite substantial. Plus, we don't have any relatives here. Without this, the logistics department would be in a real bind."

LaVine, however, did not find it annoying.

On the contrary, I felt it was very conscientious.

He also realized that this was a measure to prevent the logistics department from engaging in embezzlement.

"Tsk, this is so troublesome. Isn't this just cursing me to die?"

Patch was just as impatient as Glen.

"Who knows, the person who wants my money might die before I do?"

"Then just choose a capable person as the successor, wouldn't that solve the problem?"

Sly, on the other hand, was very skilled at it.

He had written similar suicide notes before.

After all, they're a gang.

It was also a life of living on the edge.

"If I don't write it, someone else might benefit from it later."

"Then tell me, who are you writing about? An heir? There's no such thing as an heir."

Grant once again angrily threw the paper aside.

"Hmm, then let's just write about a powerful guy!"

"At least these wills can be guaranteed to be valid, and they're reliable guys."

"A strong, familiar, and seemingly resilient guy would be the most suitable."

Do you have any ideas?

"There's no need to think about it anymore, she's still the most suitable one."

"That's true."

"Then let's write about her!!"

"Honestly, this is the strangest thing I've ever done in my life."

After finishing writing his will, Grant complained.

……

Roman lay back in the chair, stroking the slightly messy handwriting.

Thank you.

She knew this was a response, a testament to their feelings.