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Inside the dim dungeon, charcoal fires burned.
Kikara worked non-stop, quickly preparing a clean and beautiful table and chairs, along with high-quality red wine and food.
The young girl pulled out a chair and bowed slightly.
"Daichi-sama, please sit."
"Mm."
Daichi sat down and took a small sip from the goblet.
Heh, how bitter!
It has to be said, Kikara's domestic skills were incredibly impressive, making him feel the luxury of being a Celestial Dragon, which also showed how miserable the experience of being a slave was.
She dared not make the slightest mistake.
He wondered how Hancock's domestic skills were. Judging from the Celestial Dragons feeding her the fruit, she was likely a slave used for gladiatorial entertainment.
Daichi put down his wine glass and looked at Hancock.
The woman had already woken up and was quietly watching him, with no fear in her eyes, but rather disdain.
It was clearly a very annoying expression, but against the backdrop of the woman's beauty, it gave one an urge to be trampled under her feet.
"A prisoner is still so arrogant!"
Daichi was amused.
He finally understood that these Warlords were truly more arrogant than the last, daring to challenge even the Yonko crews.
Crocodile, Moriah, and those ignorant brats, it was hard for them to recognize reality before being severely beaten.
They just needed to be taught a lesson.
However...
The girl was as beautiful as a flower, so he couldn't get angry.
Daichi spoke indifferently.
"Kikara, take off your clothes."
"Yes, Daichi-sama."
Kikara obediently took off her clothes.
After more than a year of recuperation, the young girl's formerly stick-thin body had gained a lot of weight. Not only had her chest gone from flat to full, but she even had a little belly.
"Quite plump."
Daichi pinched Kikara's small belly, looking at the young girl's gradually reddening cheeks, and couldn't help but fall into thought.
This girl must have eaten a lot!
Should she go on a diet? A little plumpness isn't bad either.
"Turn around and lift your hair."
"Mm!"
Kikara turned her body, facing her back towards Hancock on the torture rack, then lifted her long hair to reveal the mark on her back.
"That's...."
Hancock's pupils dilated in shock, her face instantly lost all color, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably, completely different from her previous aloof Empress demeanor.
Hoof of the Celestial Dragon!
Daichi waved his hand.
"Alright, put your clothes back on."
"Okay, Daichi-sama."
Kikara put on her clothes with a blush.
Having been with Daichi for over a year, she knew very well that Daichi did not treat her as a slave, nor did he discriminate against her past. He treated her no differently from his other subordinates.
This made her immensely grateful.
The fear she once had as a slave gradually melted away in this warmth.
Daichi stood up and walked to the constantly trembling Hancock, raising his hand to pinch the woman's chin.
So beautiful—ugh!
"Jiehehehehe, I never thought that Pirate Empress, known as the world's most beautiful woman, would actually be a Celestial Dragon's slave. If this news were sold to Morgans, he would definitely pay a high price."
"Morgans....."
Hancock trembled even more violently, despair appearing in her eyes. If her slave identity were known to the outside world, the Celestial Dragons would surely capture her and take her back.
She would rather die than return to that hopeless, miserable hell.
"This is truly troublesome."
Daichi threatened with a smile. "Boa Hancock, you wouldn't want the fact that you were once a Celestial Dragon's slave to be known, would you?"
"I...."
Hancock shook her head in fear.
"Slap!"
An ear-splitting slap landed on her face.
Daichi's gaze was icy.
"Explain yourself clearly. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I don't mind returning you and your two sisters to the Celestial Dragons."
"No!!!"
Blood flowed from Hancock's lips, yet there was no anger from being slapped. Now, only the deepest fear remained in her heart.
Only this, no.
Tears fell.
The woman sobbed and pleaded. "Please, don't hand ne over to the Celestial Dragons. I will do anything."
"That's more like it."
Daichi's expression softened considerably.
As a prisoner, she should have the awareness of a prisoner. What was she trying to act like a boss with him? Did she really think he would pity and cherish her?
He would, indeed, but only for his own people.
"Kikara, release her."
"Yes!"
The chains were unlocked, and Hancock softly knelt on the ground, trembling with her arms wrapped around herself, showing no intention of resisting.
Daichi picked up the red-hot branding iron.
"Take off her clothes."
"Yes."
Kikara nervously took off Hancock's clothes, revealing the woman's perfect body before Daichi's eyes.
Hiss—so big.
Daichi took several deep breaths, suppressing the rising heat.
Important matters first!
Stamp!
He wanted to stamp!
"Hmm, let me think."
Daichi looked at the shape of the branding iron, a bit dissatisfied. He reached out to rub the iron, quickly molding it into the shape of Groudon.
This is it!
Jiehehehehe!
Hancock looked at Daichi approaching, especially the branding iron in Daichi's hand, and the scene of her becoming a slave involuntarily flashed in her mind.
No, don't!
"Kikara, hold her down."
"Yes."
Kikara held Hancock down, turning her head away in reluctance.
"Don't move."
Daichi reprimanded, then aimed the branding iron at the Hoof of the Celestial Dragon on Hancock's back and pressed down without hesitation.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Flesh and blood sizzled and smoked!
Hancock screamed in pain. Already injured, she quickly fainted, covered in sweat from exhaustion, even her long hair was soaked and clung messily to her skin.
Half an hour later.
Hancock woke up, feeling the burning pain in her back. She bit her lip, not making a sound.
Daichi sat by the tea table, glancing at the woman's buttocks.
"Awake? Take a look yourself."
Kikara held a mirror, squatting beside Hancock.
Hancock looked at the Groudon brand on her back in the mirror, replacing the Hoof of the Celestial Dragon, and remained stunned for a long time.
Because it was casually molded, the brand didn't look majestic at all. Instead, it resembled a child's scribbled monster, abstract with bared fangs and claws.
And a little cute!
After a long while, two words popped out of the woman's mouth.
"So ugly!"
The cell fell into an eerie silence.
Daichi's face darkened, and with a "crack," he crushed the teacup in his hand.
Damn woman, this was his carefully molded Groudon brand.
Where was it ugly?!
Bah, terrible aesthetic!
Daichi said coldly. "This brand is only to conceal your slave identity, it doesn't mean I want to enslave you, but your situation as a prisoner remains unchanged."
After all, she was a Warlord with special combat power. If possible, he naturally hoped to recruit her as a fighting force.
The most important point was that this woman didn't have the ambition of Luffy or Kid, so she could genuinely be subdued.
Therefore, he didn't intend to be too harsh.
Hancock bit her lip, curling up with her legs hugged to her chest, like a small woman, and tears of weakness fell again.
Erasing the Celestial Dragon mark was a great kindness to her. She had also thought of erasing it like this, but had never mustered the courage to face it.
She had finally escaped her slave identity.
Daichi frowned and said, "Tell me everything you know. How much do the World Government and Marines know about our location!"
"I don't know much..."
Hancock had lost her arrogance.
A moment later, Daichi left the cell with Kikara.
Hancock didn't know much. The only useful intelligence was that the Marines had discovered the fortress under construction.
"Daichi-sama."
Kikara tugged at Daichi's sleeve, her legs trembling with fear, but her eyes were incredibly firm.
"I want to erase the mark on my back too!"
"You too?"
Daichi raised an eyebrow, asking expectantly.
"Do you think it's ugly?"
"No... not ugly!"
Kikara guiltily averted her gaze.
"I think it's quite cute!"
Daichi's face darkened.
Stinky girl!
Look into my eyes!
"Go to my room, I'll make a prettier one this time!"