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After Chiga finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room fell silent again. Hancock remained in a comatose state.

Grandma Nyon, who was at the side, couldn't help but speak,

"You are that Admiral Kirin, right? Hancock has always been thinking of you. Her illness is because…"

Before she could finish, Chiga directly interrupted her. He looked at Hancock's sweet face and whispered,

"I know. She has lovesickness, and it's because of me. Don't worry, I'll cure her."

Grandma Nyon was stunned for a moment, wondering how he knew about this illness. But looking at Hancock lying on the bed, she shook her head and sighed,

"It's good that you know, but it's too late now. Hancock has been ill for too long, and her body is severely overdrawn. Even if she sees you, it's probably too late to reverse the situation."

Thinking of Hancock's impending death, Grandma Nyon's face showed pain. Although Hancock was often presumptuous with her, she had never harbored even a trace of resentment toward her.

Because she had abandoned her own people when she was the Empress of Amazon Lily, Hancock's arrogance had somehow soothed the guilt in her heart.

Moreover, Grandma Nyon understood that Hancock's aloofness was a mask born from childhood trauma. Beneath it, she was still a good girl—with a cold face and a warm heart. Grandma Nyon had long seen her as a daughter.

Now, watching Hancock suffer while she was powerless to help, it felt worse than death.

Chiga glanced at the sorrow-stricken Grandma Nyon and comforted her,

"Things aren't as bad as you think.I won't let anything happen to Hancock."

His words didn't comfort her. She just kept shaking her head, her face full of bitterness.

"It's too late. Hancock can't even open her eyes now. What's the use of you being here?"

Chiga looked at Hancock's face and said with calm certainty,

"No, she will wake up."

And just as he said that, Hancock's long eyelashes trembled faintly. Then something miraculous happened—Hancock actually woke up, just like Chiga had said.

Her eyes opened, beautiful and full of longing, and she stared at the face so close to hers—the one she had dreamed of day and night. Her lips parted slightly, her voice weak and trembling from the illness,

"Chiga… Admiral Kirin, am I dreaming? How could you be here…"

Chiga reached under the blanket, found Hancock's cold hand, and gently held it, transferring warmth into her body. With his other hand, he brushed away the damp hair sticking to her forehead.

After doing this, he looked into her eyes and said gently,

"Just call me Chiga. You're not dreaming. I came to see you."

"Lord Chiga, I'm fine. I'm a pirate and you're a Marine. It's not right for you to come see me!"

As she spoke, Hancock tried to sit up, but her body was too frail to even manage that.

Who would have thought the Pirate Empress, feared across the Grand Line, could fall so low?

Chiga quickly pressed her shoulders and eased her back onto the bed. He looked down at her, his heart caught in a tangle of emotion.

He finally understood why, despite her worsening condition, Hancock never let Grandma Nyon contact Marine Headquarters. She had been afraid her pirate identity would ruin his standing in the Marines. Even at the brink of death, she hadn't wanted to cause trouble for him.

Back on Earth, Chiga might've laughed her off as a love-struck fool. Was it really worth giving up so much for love? She didn't even resemble the haughty Empress she once was.

But now that he was the object of that love, it felt entirely different.

Looking at her weak figure on the bed, staring at him like he was her whole world, Chiga felt his heart ache.

Sure, you could call it simping—but wasn't it also a kind of deep, unwavering affection?

He gently caressed her cheek, his voice trembling even as he tried to hide it,

"How can you be so foolish? You're a Warlord—a pirate working with the Marines. Why wouldn't you report something so serious?"

"But… Lord Chiga doesn't like the Warlords. I thought it'd bother you. Even if I'm under the Marines, with your status, I didn't think you'd come personally… Mmph…"

Before she could finish, Chiga kissed her.

Grandma Nyon, upon seeing this scene, instantly turned into a small stone statue.

Literally. She was petrified.

But the two didn't notice. When they finally pulled apart, Chiga looked into Hancock's dazed eyes and said, firmly and clearly,

"The Warlords work with the Marines. And you—you belong to me, Uchiha Chiga. From now on, no matter what you're going through, I'll be by your side. Do you understand?"

Listening to his words, Hancock nodded slowly, still lost in a daze. Her heart fluttered like a kite dancing in the wind.

Chiga didn't let her remain dazed for long. He cupped her face, made her look directly at him, and narrowed his Rinnegan eyes slightly. Then he activated Iwanagahime.

It flowed through her body like cool, refreshing rain. A stream of gentle energy surged inside her. She couldn't help but let out a soft, startled whimper.

Realizing what she had done, Hancock's cheeks flushed crimson—not from fever, but from embarrassment and life returning to her.

She dared not meet Chiga's eyes and instead lowered her head, fiddling nervously with the blanket like a shy newlywed.

Seeing the life return to her cheeks, Chiga felt relieved. But he still instructed her to stay in bed and rest. While Iwanagahime had repaired the damage caused by her lovesickness, the toll on her spirit required time to heal.

But with him by her side, as her "healing guide," he believed she'd fully recover—and return to being the proud Pirate Empress.

He sat beside her, wrapped an arm gently around her shoulders, and let her lean against him. The two remained like that, quietly enjoying the moment.

After a while, Hancock, still resting on his shoulder, asked softly,

"Chiga Sama… have you seen Grandma Nyon?"

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