One Piece: Talent Copy System!

Chapter 177: All Hail the Prince

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Reha approached the crowd with a beaming smile. "Brothers and sisters!" he boomed joyfully. "I've found the prince! Noir is of the First Prince's bloodline!"

The crowd gasped, turning to Noir with astonishment etched on their faces.

Reha subtly glanced at Noir, who understood the cue. He removed the pendant from his neck and held it aloft. "This is proof!"

All eyes focused on the pendant, instantly recognizing its significance.

Weapons clattered to the ground as everyone dropped to their knees, their voices thundering in unison:

"All Hail the Prince!"

"All Hail the Prince!"

"All Hail the Prince!"

Noir had last witnessed a grand display of reverence in Mary Geoise during the slave liberation. This time, however, he didn't urge them to rise.

After a moment of silence, Noir spoke softly. "Rise. There's no need to kneel."

The Noitem remnants obeyed, their eyes shining with renewed hope as they gazed at Noir. A spark had been ignited in their previously downcast expressions.

Among them were children, their gazes filled with curiosity and awe.

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Inside the hidden base, Noir's Observation Haki, returned to full strength.

He sensed a significant presence, well over ten thousand Noitem citizens resided here.

While this wasn't a large number for a kingdom, it was still a considerable population for a fallen nation. A sense of relief washed over Noir.

Amidst the multitude of emotions swirling around him, Noir's Haki easily discerned their sentiments. As Reha had indicated, there was little resistance or dissent among them.

Even the adolescents displayed no rebellious tendencies, suggesting they had received specialized upbringing.

This struck Noir as remarkable, and, to be blunt, a testament to Noitem's effective indoctrination.

Their unwavering loyalty to a fallen kingdom, especially after so many years and the changing times, was extraordinary.

An elderly man, leaning heavily on a cane, emerged from the crowd. His cloudy eyes fixed on Noir, his voice trembling with emotion. "Your Highness, why have you returned to us?"

Noir smiled confidently, raising his hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. "I have the strength now. I will return to our homeland and rebuild the Kingdom of Noitem!"

Tears streamed down the old man's weathered face, and a hearty laugh erupted from his frail chest, sounding like a bellows struggling to pump air.

Despite his age, his spirit was indomitable.

He flung aside his cane, ignoring his physical limitations, and bent deeply at the waist, his voice ringing with vigor. "We will follow you, Your Highness!"

Reha leaned in, whispering to Noir, "This elder was a highly esteemed minister during the former King's reign."

Noir understood. It was like the historical accounts he'd read in his past life.

A loyal minister, unwilling to accept the downfall of his kingdom, biding his time for years.

Now, in his twilight years, he had finally found the heir to the throne. He would undoubtedly devote the remainder of his life to supporting the prince's cause.