“It really has been too long, Scarlet. I
didn’t want to be reunited like this, though.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Sigrain.”
Oddly enough, the location was the desert
island where Ricardo and Isis had been taken prisoner. With the white sandy
beach and jade-colored water, the island was as beautiful as ever.
The Etruria Kingdom’s famous admiral spoke
with an elegance of voice and expression that befitted her nickname of the
White Lady and the fierce pirate woman agreed from the bottom of her heart.
Scarlet wore her black and gold bustier and
deep red skirt, but she was bound with leather straps and seated on the beach.
Sigrain wore a white dress and light pink
cape as she stood next to the pirate, looking down at her. The sea breeze blew
her long skirt, revealing the while legs within the bold slit on the side. It
was a humiliating position for Scarlet because it almost felt like she was
being told to lick the woman’s feet.
Behind her, Rose (who was looking as
displeased as ever) and around one hundred other pirate women and girls were
bound and seated just like their leader.
Standing next to the admiral woman, Ricardo
gave a meek look while dressed in a princely outfit of shorts and a shirt made
of white silk and gold thread. Standing protectively on the other side of
Sigrain, Isis wore her naval officer’s uniform impeccably.
The nearly one hundred twenty female
sailors of the South Sea Falcon stood behind those three with frightening looks
on their faces.
Circumstances were the exact opposite of
ten days before.