"This... I'm only eight!" At a loss for words, Mousse could only use his age as a shield.
However, that Iron Lady—no, that fierce woman—smiled and said she was willing to wait.
"You said you'll be eight soon, right? The legal marriage age in our Flower Kingdom is only fifteen by traditional reckoning. That's just six more years. If you can't wait, my husband, boys getting married at twelve or thirteen isn't unheard of either."
Mousse's face immediately turned as though he had swallowed a fly. His thoughts raced as he tried to change the subject. "How could you tell I'm a foreigner?"
Though the fierce woman claimed not to care, she still tidied up her torn shirt as she spoke. It was not enough to fully cover her body, but at least there was no longer any danger of exposing anything important.
Only then did she smile and answer Mousse's question. "Blood-red hair is rare in this country, and so are those strange chains of yours. We have plenty of experts here, but Demon Fruits are still hard to come by."
Mousse hurriedly touched his head and discovered that his hair had indeed grown back to over half an inch long. He could not help complaining that pretending to be a monk was not as easy as it seemed.
As he touched his head, Mousse shot Amon, who was still staring at the fierce woman, a look. Amon immediately darted toward his master like a snake!
However, the fierce woman had already guessed Mousse's intentions. In such a short time, she had even come up with a way to deal with the "paper chain" Amon had become.
Her hands flipped and turned, and in the blink of an eye, she forcibly pinched the many paper pieces of the "paper