Soul

Ever since Mother Carmel arrived six months ago—a nun who looked remarkably like the woman from over twenty years before—the island had been shrouded in thick fog. Only at dusk did the fog gradually clear, revealing the island's true appearance.

A barrier like a spatial maze surrounded the island as well. Anyone who approached it would somehow find themselves walking back the way they had come, unable to get through no matter what they tried.

Then how had Kabuli gotten out?

And how were the people on the island staying alive?

Even if he had been clearheaded, an ordinary person like him could not have crossed a trap laid by a Devil Fruit power!

Every part of this was strange.

Looked at that

way, the woman on the island probably had another goal. Perhaps revenge was not all she wanted.

"Interesting."

Kuta would not judge what had happened to the woman over twenty years ago. Backward customs sometimes did lead to tragedies. That was true not just of this world, but of any world where humans existed.

And he would not interfere with her revenge against Kabuli's parents' generation. He could not, either. It was a private grudge.

Anyone who had suffered something so terrible would find it hard to let go of their hatred!

But although the woman had her reasons, and Kuta sympathized with her, he would not simply let her off.

She could take revenge, but she had dragged Kabuli's generation into it.

His generation had nothing to do with what had happened to her twenty years ago!

Well... where you stood shaped how you thought.

From his perspective, the woman was the villain now. He would do what he felt he ought to do; he had no interest in getting involved in anything else.

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