New World, near the Alola Sea Area.
An utterly ordinary ship was sailing quietly across the sea.
"Lady Sister, it's simply too unfair for you to have to ride such a shabby ship!" said Boa Sandersonia, her green hair framing a face with her forked tongue exposed.
"Indeed! It's completely beneath your status, Lady Sister!" Boa Marigold, whose orange hair matched her weight, nodded in agreement.
"No, it isn't unfair at all." Boa Hancock, with her hime cut, deep-blue eyes, and snake-shaped earrings, leaned weakly against a chair, gently rubbing her forehead with her slender, snow-white right hand. "I'm simply too happy. After five whole years—five entire years—I've finally received another summons from Lord Apophis."
"Ah! If this is a dream, please don't let me wake up!"
"Lady Sister, this obviously isn't a dream," said Sandersonia. "Didn't we see the news of Lord Apophis's return in the papers three months ago?"
Who would have thought that mentioning this would instead make Hancock speak with murderous intent. "That vile newspaper actually said Lord Apophis would be suppressed. It's absolutely hateful—completely unforgivable!"
"Lady Sister, didn't you already capture the author named High Fever 36 Degrees, beat him up, then lock him in a dark room and force him to write a thousand reports praising Lord Apophis?" Marigold said with an awkward smile.
As she spoke, sympathy showed in her eyes.
That little fatty was truly pitiful. Plenty of newspapers had reported the story, but the newspaper office he worked for happened to be the closest to Amazon Lily, so Lady Sister had dragged him back and tormented him mercilessly.
She had heard that when he finally emerged from the dark room, he had lost a full fifty pounds. It was truly tragic!
"I don't care. I absolutely won't let Shanks and Longinus,