13th Peninsula, Shakky's Rip-off Bar.
"Mmm-la-la-la..." Shakky hummed a little tune as she sat leisurely on a barstool, looking no different from a sunny, energetic young girl. Then she suddenly looked toward the door. "Oh? Why did our Great Pirate come back so quickly this time? Not going to mooch free food and drinks outside for a few more days?"
Hearing Shakky's teasing, Rayleigh awkwardly pushed up his glasses. "Isn't it because I missed your... cooking?"
What else could he say? That he had nearly been fucked by a pervert?
And in his foul mood, he had casually smashed up that auction house. Things were a mess outside right now.
So he could only come here to lie low.
"Oh? That's certainly rare." Though Shakky said that, her body honestly got up and headed toward the kitchen. "What would you like to eat?"
"Anything is fine. As long as it's food you made, I'll definitely..." As Rayleigh spoke, his gaze suddenly snapped toward the entrance.
Though he had not been a pirate for seven years, his battle instincts had long since been carved into his blood.
Thus, when he looked at the two masked figures, one large and one small, at the door, Rayleigh instinctively felt that the larger masked figure was no simple character.
He had not seen such sharp, dangerous aura on anyone in a long time.
Noticing that Rayleigh had abruptly stopped speaking, Shakky poked her head out from the kitchen as well. "You are...?"
"To buy information."
When Apophis's cold gaze fell upon her, Shakky could not help feeling a chill run down her spine. I've never seen such terrifying eyes. It feels as though he's looking at a dead person!
Fortunately, Shakky was someone who had seen all manner of storms. She quickly calmed herself