When he saw Luffy again, his clouded, empty heart seemed to fill.
Only at that moment did he realize just how important the young man in the red vest before him was to him, and what an important place he held in her heart.
She was like a gloomy, dark forest beneath year-round clouds, devoid of life, where rain fell all day long.
She had thought everyone should be full of rain and gloom like him, never seeing sunlight.
Until this young man in a vest, like a brilliant, fiery sun, broke through the clouds and shone upon her gloomy heart.
Only then did she learn that the world was so colorful.
She finally understood that the man before her was the sunlight her life could not do without.
Nyon had also cleared up her confusion, and he knew that this affection was just like what existed between the Pirate Empress and Lott.
Yet the enormous difference in their identities and standing still lay before them.
It was a gulf she could not cross.
Luffy was powerful, and his companions were not to be underestimated either.
She felt deeply inferior before Luffy, always feeling that she did not deserve to stand beside him.
But she could not control her heart's desire to be with Luffy.
She was curious about everything concerning Luffy. She wanted to know what his childhood had been like; what he had experienced when he was little; what friends he had; whether he had any siblings; whether anything interesting had happened during his adventures; whether any of his companions aboard the ship secretly liked him, and so on.
Luffy was like a mystery before her, every part of him filled with mystery, quietly waiting for her to unravel it herself.
Seeing Luffy's cheerful, lively personality, Marguerite's heart