Chapter 179: Pink-Haired Princess

In the cabin prison of the Weapon Pirates' ship:

Elizabeth, dressed in elegant attire, huddled in a disheveled state in a dark corner. She was expertly bound using shibari techniques, rendering her completely immobile.

At this moment, Elizabeth lacked the grace and composure of her daytime persona as a celestial singer. Her light brown eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and panic.

"Is it so easy for a Devil Fruit user to be captured?" A magnetic voice with a faint smile echoed in the void.

Elizabeth's pupils dilated slightly, an inexplicable fear surging within her.

"Wh-who are you?" Her voice trembled.

"Per-perhaps, are you a demon from hell has come to claim my life?"

Adrian slowly materialized, looking down at this aesthetically pleasing and artistically talented human female, and softly spoke.

"A demon? No, just a ghost."

But then again, on this sea, having a pirate with this shibari techniques is truly a special talent.

Yet, using only hemp ropes seemed a tad monotonous.

What about eye patches, ear muffs, tight latex suits, or leather harnesses?

At the very least, rope clothing, plastic bags, silk scarves, cloth bundles, neckties, and iron hoop belts… Shouldn't these items be part of the repertoire?

Initially nervous upon hearing Adrian's words, Elizabeth suddenly noticed an inexplicable figure in the air, causing her legs to tremble slightly.

Finally, the songstress got a clear view of Adrian's appearance. She blinked, recalling for a moment, and then asked uncertainly, "Are you… the gentleman who appeared at the harbor during the day?"

"Yes," Adrian confirmed. Elizabeth clung to this last straw like a drowning person. "Please save me, sir!"

"Miss Elizabeth, don't you doubt my identity?" Adrian raised an eyebrow. "My timely appearance might just make me a member of the Weapon Pirates, don't you think?"

Elizabeth's face immediately turned pale, and she said with some difficulty, "So you... are?"

"Well, actually, I'm not," Adrian shrugged. He pulled out the Hero's Dagger, crouched down, and meticulously cut the ropes binding the songstress.

After all, this type of restraint…

It was too intimate and personal, making it challenging to use other tools for manipulation.

Even a master swordsman like Zoro couldn't perform such delicate work.

Hmm, probably not. {Eyeroll}

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief as she was freed from her bonds.

After her performance in the arena, she had returned directly to the ship docked at the harbor.

Little did she expect to encounter an attack by the Weapon Pirates. Not only had they identified her, but they had also bound her and thrown her into the prison cell.

Even if she used her toes to think Elizabeth knew how these pirates planned to dispose of her.

Most likely, they would auction her off as a slave, becoming some rich person's unwilling plaything.

"This gentleman…"

"Call me Adrian."

"Alright, Mr. Adrian," Elizabeth complied. "Do you know about the Weapon Pirates' 'Sato'?"

Adrian shook his head slightly.

Elizabeth wanted to say more, but suddenly, Adrian stepped forward, pressing his index finger against her lips.

In the next moment, Adrian's form became completely transparent.

Elizabeth widened her eyes. What kind of ability was this?

Why could she no longer see him?

Yet the sensation on her lips remained…

In his transparent ghostly state, Adrian suddenly felt a warm and moist sensation on the tip of his index finger.

Instinctively, he glanced at Elizabeth.

He caught the songstress blushing slightly as she took a few steps back, playfully hiding her rosy tongue, as if she had committed an indiscretion.

Why had she made such a frivolous move?

Elizabeth felt both shy and annoyed.

Adrian chose not to address her sensitive thoughts.

Just then, footsteps approached from outside, accompanied by a childish voice.

Before long, the prison cell door swung open, and a small figure was tossed inside, landing on the ground like an unwanted sack, creating a dull thud.

"Little princess, you'd better behave and stay here! Once we reach our destination, we'll fetch a good price for you! You know, some perverts really love children your age!" The pirate who spoke locked the cell again with a resounding clang and left nonchalantly.

"Deja vu," Adrian thought inwardly. "Why is it another pink-haired one?"

Indeed, the person thrown into the cell was none other than the princess of Dressrosa, Scarlett, a mere thirteen years old.

Bound like a rice dumpling, the young princess wriggled on the floor, attempting to free herself from the ropes.

Seeing a royal princess behave this way before her, the songstress couldn't help feeling sympathetic.

Elizabeth forced herself to forget her recent actions, suppressing her embarrassment, and asked softly, "Mr. Adrian, are you still here?"

The sudden unfamiliar voice from the cell startled the little princess, freezing her in place. Her shame-filled movements ceased instantly.

Oh no, oh no, oh no…

Although she didn't understand the concept of social death, little Scarlett's mind nearly went blank, approaching a state of oblivion.

"Mr. Adrian, could you lend me that dagger you had earlier?" Elizabeth's question went unanswered. She took a few steps forward, only to collide with an invisible figure.

The songstress gasped, "Oh! I apologize!"

"Miss Elizabeth, I'll give you two options," Adrian materialized, his expression serious. "Either I take you out of here, or I leave alone."

"Is there no third option?" Elizabeth, somewhat naive, assumed Adrian's ability could only transport one person and felt torn.

"Mr. Adrian, could you take the little princess with you first? I can manage a little longer on my own."

"No!" Adrian refused. "I've recently developed a strange condition called 'pink-haired phobia'."

Hearing this, Little Scarlett, who had been pretending to be a bug on the ground, couldn't hold back any longer.

"How could such a stupid illness exist in the world?!"

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "I'm not lying, little sister."

"Recently, I genuinely suffer from 'pink-haired phobia'."

"Whenever I see anything pink, I feel compelled to cut it open."

"Especially if it's a woman with pink hair!"