As the sun set on the festivities, which seemed unhindered in the dying light, a door closed on a congregation, Boss Cerulean taking a seat as the Company leaders were assembled once again, this time without their lieutenants. Expectant eyes turned to the last arrival.

"The Captain is dead."

Goldenrod let a corner of his mouth gleam in a satisfied smile, before snorting, "And the others?"

"Aren't worth considering, fufufu," Viridian insisted.

Vermillion began, "Eh, if Chester boy's done then they ain't gonna be a hassle. And if they are, it's only your problem if they fuck with ya."

Goldenrod clicked his tongue. "Well then."

"Oh yeah, and this came in," Vermillion said, pulling forth a piece of paper. "Looks like those Balder boys ain't lettin' up. They're puttin' pressure on every island."

Viridian giggled, "Goldenrod's bribery didn't work, and neither did any of our hitmen."

Goldenrod hissed, "Those incorruptible types are an eyesore. He'll have a knife in his back before long, but in the meantime that Johannes fellow is a crick in the neck."

Cerulean sighed, "And are you going to make me clean up this problem too?"

"Nah nah nah, we were planning on moving a few things forward as it was, weren't we?" Vermillion recalled.

"Don Mono is growing rapidly in the Grand Line, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to fall behind," Goldenrod spat.

"And all of your setbacks means that the Companies are being taken for granted in the areas we dominate, and not taken seriously where we don't," Viridian stated.

Cerulean nodded, following along. "So...we change the public perception."

"The Four Color Festival isn't supposed to end tomorrow, but it will," Viridian cooed.

"And the whole Antler Kingdom will go with it, Balder be damned," Goldenrod growled.

Vermillion cried, "We're steppin' into the sunlight baby! The Four Color Companies are going public! Ahahahaha!"

Cerulean concurred, "At full force..."