On the way out of the training room, Garling walked at the front with a dark expression, while Lucia followed beside Gigue with a flushed face.
Only Gigue's expression remained fairly normal. At that moment, he was savoring what had happened in the training room.
Wrapped in countless soft black feathers, Lucia had given him a passionate kiss, while he had kept his eyes open the entire time, right until Lucia released her Devil Fruit ability.
As the flames of desire died away, Lucia slowly opened her eyes and saw Gigue staring at her without blinking...
Then Lucia fainted in Gigue's arms, and it took him quite some effort to wake her up.
Garling had no intention of making the two fight anymore. He had figured it out: these two probably would not be able to fight each other for the rest of their lives.
Having been force-fed enough lovey-dovey nonsense, he walked ahead in silence. Gigue glanced at Lucia, who had her head hanging low beside him, and teased,
"Lucia, your Devil Fruit ability really took me by surprise."
"Um... Young Master, please don't make fun of me anymore. I, I..."
Wisps of steam rose from Lucia's head. Though she still refused to lift it, Gigue could see that her ears had turned completely red.
Gigue had no intention of letting Lucia off so easily and continued,
"But I want to hear it again. Who did you say you liked most?"
Lucia had nearly buried her head in her chest. She mumbled for a while, and only under Gigue's "pressure" did she finally let out a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"I like Young Master the most!"
Hearing that, Gigue immediately felt refreshed all over and nodded in satisfaction.
"Enough!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Garling