"Ah?"
Perona froze slightly, nearly fainting on the spot from fright.
Unlike most women in this world, Perona possessed a lofty purity that refused to conform to worldly standards. At twenty-one, she still retained the youthful vitality of a twelve-year-old.
Although Garen's "future sight" showed that Perona would undergo a second growth spurt in a few years and lose her personal charm, for now...
Perona was still that "child."
And at this moment, Perona finally encountered someone who appreciated her "talent":
"Take her back!"
Saint Idiote gestured excitedly and said to the guards beside him:
"I want her to be my seventh slave wife!"
Upon hearing that, Perona's little face went pale with fear.
Ever since Rayleigh had brought her back, she had lived on the Sabaody Archipelago, so she naturally knew that Celestial Dragons were a group of untouchable disasters.
No one targeted by a Celestial Dragon had ever escaped their clutches.
Perona instinctively tried to retreat, but all she could do was burrow deeper into Hancock's soft embrace.
Though Hancock looked somewhat startled, the helplessness and fear in her heart had yet to fade. She simply could not summon the courage to protect Perona.
"Hahaha..."
Saint Idiote grinned foolishly as he approached, one greasy hand reaching toward Perona's eye-catching pink twin tails.
"Stop."
Garen's cold voice carried over.
Saint Idiote froze slightly, only to meet a pair of eyes brimming with killing intent the next second.
Garen did not know Haki, but he knew how to release killing intent.
Since making his name in the East Blue, Garen had slain hundreds.
In terms of sheer numbers, he was even more vicious than some of the most brutal pirate captains.
Whenever Garen harbored murderous intent, the aura forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood would burst forth.