Tourist Attraction, Just Visiting (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

Inside the palace of Kuja Island.

On the third floor, the fallen-flower bath that occupied an entire room was shrouded in mist, like layers upon layers of floating clouds submerging their feet.

"Don't worry, Sister. All the citizens in the city have already evacuated outside. Just relax and enjoy your bath. Sonia and I will stand guard outside!" Gorud rolled up her sleeves, wiped the sweat from her busy brow, and gave Hancock a genuine smile.

"Sister, let me help you take off all these clothes."

Sonia nodded as well. As usual, she stepped forward voluntarily and removed all of Hancock's clothing.

In an instant.

Her pearl-like skin was revealed, snowy white and smooth, while her slender, exquisite figure was enough to stir anyone's heart.

Moonlight, as soft as gauze, slanted in through the thin window, making her glow even more brilliantly, as though every cell in her body brimmed with lively spirit.

Perhaps even a fairy beneath the moonlit night could not compare to her!

Sonia stared in fascination. "Sister's skin is so beautiful!"

But Gorud, standing beside her, was dumbfounded.

It was far too obvious.

What the heck was going on with that translucent skin on Sister's back?

"Ah!!"

Gorud's mouth fell wide open as if her jaw had dislocated, and her voice caught in her throat.

"What is it, Gorud? It's not like this is the first time you've seen my perfect naked body. Was there any need to make such a fuss?"

Although Hancock had always enjoyed moments like this, she was in no mood for it now.

She only wanted to get into the flower-filled bath at once and wash away all that filthy grime.

Like that guy Norse—his foul scent still lingered on her body, and there was no way it could escape her nose.

Still, Hancock bashfully wondered whether any man would be unable to restrain himself before a body as full and seductive as hers.

Norse was no different after all. He said he wouldn't, but what about his actual actions?

Who knew whose filthy hands had pinched and kneaded her body so many times today?

She had really raised a sinister, lecherous wolf!

"Sister, n-no, that's not it!"

Gorud was not only shocked, but frightened as well.

At that moment, she did not know whether she should say it, yet she desperately wanted Sister to know about it.

"Enough. If there's nothing wrong, get out. I'm going to bathe!" Hancock had no interest in asking further, her mind burdened with worries.

"Okay!"

Gorud froze for a moment.

But how could there be nothing wrong now? Perhaps even Sister herself did not know!

So she tugged at Sonia, who was lost in the allure of beauty, signaling for her to hurry and look.

Sonia came back to herself and gave Gorud a somewhat unhappy glance. Then she followed Gorud's gaze.

Sonia swallowed, waves crashing through her heart.

Good grief... who had done this? What did they take Sister's back for?

"A tourist attraction?"

Sonia could hardly believe it. Thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her, she rubbed them fiercely, but it really was there.

Should they be happy, or should they be angry?

"What are you two doing? Why haven't you left yet?" Hancock was already losing patience with her two sisters.

"Forgive us, Sister, but Gorud and I discovered a huge secret on your back..." Sonia carefully began, but before she could finish—

Hancock spun around in panic and hurriedly cut her off. "Shut up! Get out, all of you get out!"

Her emotions were so agitated that tears of grievance nearly welled up in her eyes.

Her instincts told her that Norse must have left something on her body.

For a moment, Hancock's mind was filled with Norse's earlier words: "I have to leave you with some unforgettable memories and lessons on your body!"

"No! Sister, don't be angry! We found that the flower brand on your back—the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon—is gone! There isn't even the slightest scar left behind, really!" Gorud blurted out nervously.

She cared deeply about Sister's feelings.

Hancock froze.

What? The Hoof of the Soaring Dragon was gone?

Those words kept drifting through her mind.

"Could it have been Norse? But would he really be kind enough to do something like that?" Hancock murmured to herself, unable to believe that Norse would do such a thing out of kindness.

Besides, the slave mark on her back had always been impossible to remove. Even if it were destroyed, scars from the slave mark would still remain!

"Sister, it's absolutely true! If you don't believe me, you can touch it yourself and feel it!" Sonia added emphatically.

This only made Hancock even more confused. Filled with doubts and caution, she reached behind her back and wiped at it.

"Eh...?"

As she touched it, she could no longer feel the familiar ridges of her scars. Had they really disappeared, so perfectly that not even the slightest trace remained?

"Huh... then what is this?"

Yet as Hancock continued feeling around, she sensed that her fingertips had become coated in some kind of sticky liquid.

"Th-This thing is so disgusting! What is it?"

Hancock looked at the viscous liquid on her fingertips in utter disgust, her brows furrowing deeply as she fought back the urge to vomit!

"Sister, don't be angry! It's just 'X Was Here'!" Sonia explained innocently, her expression as pure as ever.

"What do you mean, 'X Was Here'? How could this sticky, disgusting black liquid be on my back?"

Hancock still had her pretty brows tightly furrowed. She did not quite understand what Sonia meant. Since she could not see her own back, she only knew that the wrinkled texture of her scars had truly vanished.

This was actually an incredible thing, something that should have made her happy enough to cry.

But Hancock was in no mood for that.

Seeing this, Gorud explained, "It's like this, Sister. The sticky black liquid on your hand should be something made from berry pulp. My nose is very sensitive—perhaps it's blueberry jam.

Now that it has come into contact with the water vapor here, it's begun to dissolve. But it still seems highly concentrated, so there may be extracts from other fruit juices mixed in as pigments.

If Sister wants to know exactly what other ingredients were mixed into it, I may have to taste it myself."

"Taste what? This thing is already disgusting enough! How much is still on my back?"

Hancock only wanted to get rid of it as quickly as possible. How could she be in the mood, or bear to watch Gorud lick filth off her delicate body?

Sonia answered innocently, naturally not thinking it was very dirty at all. "Sister, you wiped away half of the character 'X' just now. The other three complete characters, 'Was Here,' are still on your smooth back, hehe..."

In truth, Sonia had not thought much about those words, "X Was Here." What she was really thinking was, Great! Sister's Hoof of the Soaring Dragon has disappeared. Does that mean mine and Gorud's might disappear too?

In any case, her heart was already filled with incomparable nervousness and anticipation.

"What do you mean? What characters? What 'X Was Here'?"

Hancock was completely dumbfounded after hearing that.

Could it be that Norse had scribbled all over her back?