Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

"I feel it now……"

"She's back!"

In a semi-dark room.

The creature lying on the table is obscured by shadow.

The snake-like body can be vaguely seen, but the expression when the head is raised cannot be seen.

He stared at the man in the corner with his red snake eyes, his tone was very light and full of expectation and seriousness!

The man is sitting at the intersection of light and darkness.

His long and strong legs were crossed, and his scarred and tight chest was exposed under the open floral shirt. At this moment, he was leaning lazily and leisurely on the rocking chair.

An open newspaper was placed on the man's lap.

At this moment, the big hand exposed to the light is holding the wine bottle, and the man raises his chin with a white beard, pretending to drink.

Hear the words.

The man stopped moving.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Ben Qingqian's breathing suddenly became heavier.

An unspeakable silence spread in the spotless room.

After an unknown amount of time, the man slowly put down the wine bottle that had reached his mouth.

The corners of the firm and slightly hooked mouth lowered for a moment, trembled, and then raised again.

A low and slightly elegant voice sounded slowly, like trembling ecstasy, like suppressed excitement, like longing for a long absence: "Are you back?"

The cloudy eyes under the lenses were cleared of haze, and moist tears filled them.

The man turned his head and looked out the window. His temperament, which was slightly aged due to his white hair, seemed to be rejuvenated overnight.

After experiencing too much in the world, the man's edges have been polished and his sharp edge has been restrained. At this moment, he is like a sharp blade unsheathed.

Once again, he showed the world the domineering power of Pluto.

*

"Yes, yes, the patient is fine."

"Well~ don't be nervous, can you tell me her physical condition?"

"Then, that...Mr. Marine..."

In contrast, the 'short' doctor in white coat sounded hesitant.

Although the navy in front of me looked very polite, he also looked careless and easy to talk to.

but……

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at the beautiful woman who was in a coma on the bed.

As a doctor, he really wanted to reprimand the other party: Why can't he take care of his wife so well?

But the oppressive feeling caused by the other party's height and temperament made him dare not speak out his condemnation.

Recalling the image of this man rushing into his medical clinic anxiously with a person in one arm, his expression was terrifying and his strength was so great that he asked him to treat the patient.

At that time, the doctor really felt that his arm was going to be torn off by the other party.

Looking back on such violent acts, there is still a sense of despair in facing a large beast, which makes people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

See the doctor's fear in full view.

Kuzan's eyes darkened, but he still asked patiently: "I'm sorry for scaring you, but I'm really worried about her condition, please let me know."

Full marks for self-cultivation, full marks for patience, coupled with the deliberate calmness and affinity shown, really made the nervous doctor slowly relax.

The doctor once again looked at the pale woman on the bed, whose beauty and fragility remained intact even in a coma, and sighed: "Actually, Mrs. Ling is like this because she had a miscarriage..."

I can't say anything else.

Because the creepy feeling of facing the beast appeared again.

The doctor subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the tall navy's expression.

While sweating, he took two steps back in fear.

Kuzan's eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were gloomy.

Of course he understands the meaning of miscarriage.

But how could it be...

After adjusting his facial expression and leaking the terrifying pressure, Kuzan looked serious: "Then what do I need to do? Please tell me, please!"

After sending away the chattering doctor, Kuzan closed the door and walked back to the bed.

He pulled up a chair and sat down.

The tall man bent over, lowered his body, spread his long legs naturally, put his hands on his knees and naturally folded them to raise his chin.

He looked motionless at the man who had fallen into a fever and coma due to a sudden cold.

My mind recalled the doctor's reprimands and chattering of fear before he left.

[Because the body is weak due to miscarriage, although it is usually invisible, the fact that it is weak will be exposed once it catches a cold. 】

[Hai, Mr. Navy, please take good care of your wife and don't let her catch the cold again. After all, miscarriage is still very harmful to women. 】

[After the fever subsides, you will enter a period of weakness for a long time. Please be sure to keep Mrs. Ling warm to prevent the disease from recurring and damaging the foundation. 】

[… Try to eat more easily digestible food and drink more warm water.… It’s not like you don’t know the weather conditions on the Grand Line… If you travel a long distance, please be sure to keep warm and rest. 】

【etc? Are you saying that you didn't know about Mrs. Ling's miscarriage? …I’m going to condemn you now. No matter how busy you are as a navy, you shouldn’t neglect your wife like this…]

As a Marine Vice-Admiral, Kuzan has been acting like a grandson for many years without being taught a lesson.

Although the matter of 'neglecting his wife' felt innocent, it was indeed his fault to let his 'wife' suffer the cold.

But eight years have passed. When did Yaya... lose her child?

Kuzan frowned slightly.

He clearly remembered that the child named Ace had been taken away and raised by Capusan. Did she have another child after that?

The man wearing a pure white cloak of justice sat silently by the bed, with a cold and stern light flashing in his deep eyes.

Who is it?

What has she experienced in the eight years since she disappeared?

When he thought that Yaya couldn't remember anything, the man who was lost in thinking and suspicion quickly showed a soft look of pity.

He stretched out his big hand and gently touched the woman's smooth, white but sickly pale face.

God knows how panicked he was when she lost all her energy and fell in front of him.

The feeling as if the sky was falling was no less than the scene when I saw my life stuck in the palm of my hand burning.

Looking at the beautiful face that was sleeping unsteadily, the look in Kuzan's eyes slowly became firm.

He stood up and pressed a gentle kiss on Yaya's forehead.

Finally it touched her forehead.

No matter what you have experienced in the past eight years, now that I have found you, I will protect you and never let you go.

*

【I want my mother to live...】

[Even if everything is deprived of me, I still want my mother to live freely. 】

[Like dad said, mom should be free...]

In the pitch black darkness, one cannot see his fingers.

A golden light illuminated everything, giving her endless warmth in the darkness.

[Sorry, mom...]

[It’s really a pity that I can’t be your child...]

[But as long as my mother lives, even if she dies, I will feel very happy. 】

【...It's a pity that I can't see my mother smiling...】

[Also...I will never see my father again...]

Do not!

do not go!

Please……

do not leave me!

【I love you mom! 】

Warm golden light floated into the air.

She desperately wanted to grab it, but she could only watch helplessly as the golden light penetrated her palm.

She caught nothing.

Nothing to catch!

Obviously He is her child.

He is still so little.

...He hasn't even had time to take a look at the world or his parents...

My heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by a big hand.

People in the deep darkness can only clench their fists in front of their chests and cry like a helpless child who has lost the most important thing.

‘Yaya… wake up. ’

'You have a nightmare, wake up...'