"Whew—"
Slumped on the ground, Sweetheart watched Smoker leave and instinctively let out a breath of relief.
The other man's strength and presence had simply been too terrifying.
But what was she supposed to do now?
She tried to force herself up, but the overwhelming weakness left her unable even to stand.
After all, the Seastone in these handcuffs had not been diluted.
"It's over. Am I really going to spend the rest of my life waiting to die in the legendary Impel Down?"
Sweetheart stared blankly at the handcuffs before her. She was still so young, so beautiful.
She began to regret accepting this job.
She had assumed the World Government would not take the East Blue seriously, much less send anyone particularly powerful.
With Kuma, Clown, and herself, she had thought they could retreat unscathed even if trouble arose.
Who could have known they would run into such a powerful Logia user?
As for the Diamond Swordsman at the end, he was not one of them, but a pirate hunter King Pat had hired separately.
Just as the woman sank into deep regret, an incomparably weak voice suddenly reached her ears.
"Red Heart. Do you... still have... Purple Butterfly?"
Sweetheart froze, then abruptly looked up, gazing in delighted surprise at Clown, who had regained consciousness.
He held a small black bottle in his hand. The Purple Butterfly Emergency Pills inside had clearly all been consumed.
A faint green glow was now emanating from his skin.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
Red Heart nodded repeatedly, looking overjoyed, but the weakness in her body immediately suppressed her excitement.
"But I'm wearing Seastone Handcuffs right now. I can't get to you!"
Red Heart looked despairingly at the nearly twenty meters separating them.
If they wanted to escape, they had to do so