Alistair's directness caused unrest.
Everyone whispered.
Even the Shandorians.
Witnessing the revolutionaries' strength, especially Ace and Hancock, they had no desire to resist.
If you can't defeat your enemy, resistance is futile.
Besides…
Wyper lit a cigarette, watching Dalton, also smoking.
She leaned against the door, petite, but he remembered Alistair requesting her during the fight with Enel.
This woman was stronger than Ace?
Unlike the Sky Islanders, who knew little about Devil Fruits, the Shandorians, who often robbed Blue Sea pirates, were familiar with Devil Fruits and Seastone.
Knowing the power dynamic, they abandoned resistance.
He hoped for favorable treatment.
He glanced at Montblanc, who was bewildered.
He hadn't expected Alistair to rule.
But Mock Town had few inhabitants; Alistair targeted it because it was Skypeia's entrance.
Skypeia's value was clear: a floating island, difficult to conquer, was a natural fortress—it wasn't just defensible; it was unconquerable!
Any ambitious person would want this territory.
But Alistair's goals went further.
"The Shandorians will join us as citizens of a single nation."
"Whoa!" The Sky Islanders were docile—they even reinstated Gan Fall as king…
They didn't care about politics or rulers; they wanted stability—like many people who don't care about their local officials.
Political participation was mostly online; people would rather play games than vote.
The Sky Islanders were the same; they only cared about their well-being.
Their well-being was overshadowed by the war with the Shandorians.
Now that the war ended and the Shandorians were joining, would they attribute problems to policy?
No, they'd blame it on race.
They'd resent and ostracize the Shandorians.
And vice versa.
The Shandorians would be even more justified—four hundred years of memory; this was their ancestral land; the Sky Islanders' actions were sinful; now, sharing the land led to conflict, escalating until it reached a breaking point.
"This is perfect," Alistair laughed, spreading his arms.
"Let's establish national policy!"
Everyone looked at him.
Hancock knew Alistair's intentions.
She'd anticipated this.
She thought he'd implement these changes on Amazon Lily, testing his ideals.
But he found a perfect testing ground on Skypeia.
Skypiea was isolated, with a small population, abundant resources, and an unawakened populace.
The political system was undefined; it was a theocracy and a monarchy, but with the Shandorians, it became a democracy.
But Alistair wouldn't let that happen.
"We have three groups: the revolutionaries, and you. Any objections?"
Everyone agreed.
"We're the strongest; we set the rules. Objections?"
The Sky Islanders hesitated, but seeing Enel and the priests, they agreed.
The Shandorians nodded.
"We'll share power; you'll have self-governance. Agreed?"
Anyone disagreeing was a fool.
But everyone wondered why Alistair was so clear.
"Good. Ace, cut down a large tree!" Alistair commanded. Ace easily felled a tree using his fire-blade.
"Our agreements will be written on wood, visible to all, becoming law." Alistair's words were clear and transparent.
The villagers didn't understand, but Robin trembled with excitement.
She felt like she was witnessing history.
She wanted to discuss this with Alistair.
His words revealed his intentions.
"I propose the first decree."
"The state controls all resources; individuals can only apply for land use, not buy or sell it."
"Objections?"
Skypiea had no foreign trade; but this was the foundation of a nation.
Without this, the nation wouldn't survive.
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