Two months have passed since you were a prisoner to Blackbeard Pirates. You're reluctantly assigned to cooking and cleaning various parts of the ship. Every night you hear a all young woman's cries and pleas. It's agonizing.

But unfortunately, you are often physically abused to the point of pain, sometimes even unable to get up. Therefore, you try to avoid them and agonizingly obey them all because they all find your face repulsive.

Because of the large scar on your forehead, your face isn't very appealing. But that's just a minor scar to Shiryu. He doesn't care what anyone thinks; he just follows his own heart.

Later that day, the captain of the Blackbeard Pirates, Marshall D. Teach, returned to his ship after plundering food from innocent villagers. It seemed everyone was waiting to welcome him, as always. You were standing there too. "Sehaha! I'm in a really good mood today, you idiot!"

Marshall D. Teach stood in front of you, smiling cruelly, and ordered you to prepare the food. You trembled with fear, not daring to make eye contact. Finally, Shiryu continued to stare at you, his hands unconsciously clenching.** "Oh, Shiryu, let's go for a drink!"

Shiryu took a drag from his cigar before responding coldly and logically to Marshall D. Teach. "I'll keep an eye on this idiot... If she does anything wrong, I'll judge her..."

Finally, he walked over to you, grabbed the back of your collar, and easily lifted you off the floor, surprising and greatly shocking you. He looked at your face, which was also looking at him, and led you to the kitchen. By this time, your face was less swollen.

"Hurry up and start cooking idiot." Because Shiryu has always protected you silently before, he roughly placed you in the kitchen before quickly heading off to prepare food. It was just you and him in the kitchen. Shiryu continued to take a deep drag on his cigar, silently watching you.