A Father's Rage: The Celestial Dragon's Missing Daughter
In the opulent halls of Mary Geoise, a grand palace, a white-bearded old man in a butler's uniform stumbled and scrambled into a luxurious bedroom. "Saint Alexander, b-b-big trouble! The young lady has been kidnapped!"
On the bed, a middle-aged Celestial Dragon, with a physique resembling that of a giant barrel, was secretly shedding tears while caressing a photograph. The picture showed a happy family of three: him in his younger days and a female Celestial Dragon even more robust than himself, cradling an adorable baby girl.
How time flies! In the blink of an eye, his wife had passed away over a decade ago, and their beloved Florentia had grown into a "gorgeous" young woman. His love for his wife was unwavering, so he hadn't remarried all these years, raising his little darling as both father and mother. Today was the anniversary of his wife's passing, and every year on this day, he would seclude himself in his room, reminiscing about their past happy moments.
Unprecedented Demands and a Furious Response
"What did you say!!!!"
"Someone kidnapped my beautiful Florentia? Who dares?! Go! Immediately get all CP0 agents here, and call Kizaru too!"
Saint Alexander, still mourning his wife, wiped away his tears. His "magnificent" physique exuded immense pressure.
"What are the conditions for those kidnappers to release my adorable daughter?"
Initially enraged, he was about to dispatch all CP0 agents and Kizaru, who was stationed in Mary Geoise. But then he reconsidered. She was his only daughter, cherished since birth, and her beauty was so "unparalleled." What if those kidnappers were captivated by her beauty and harmed her? He'd have no end to his regrets!
"They said as long as you bid for the Treasure Tree, Adam, at the upcoming auction and give it to them, they can guarantee Florentia will be unharmed..."
"Then why the hell aren't you spreading the word?! Tell everyone that I, Saint Alexander, claim that Treasure Tree! And inform the heads of the Donquixote, Charlmac, and Charloss families to control their people. If anyone dares to contend with me, even if they're a Celestial Dragon, I'll make sure their reign crumbles!" Saint Alexander paused to catch his breath due to his immense size before continuing, "Also, call Marine Headquarters and give them one day—no, half a day—to find out which audacious fool kidnapped my daughter! If they fail, I'll cut the Navy's budget by ninety percent next quarter!"
The Waiting Game and a Crucial Announcement
"Chronos, the auction starts tomorrow; why hasn't there been any movement from the Celestial Dragons yet?"
Inside the bar, Shanks was a bit restless. After all, kidnapping a Celestial Dragon was an unprecedented act, and he, Shanks, was still just a kid!
"Relax, Shanks. No news is the best news. It means they've already started acting. After all, they don't want news of a Celestial Dragon kidnapping to become public knowledge..."
Having watched One Piece, Chronos had noticed a pattern among the Celestial Dragons: the uglier they were, the higher their status. All the noble Celestial Dragons were strangely proportioned. Then there was their comrade Doffy, expelled from Mary Geoise.
Pointed shoes, tight pants, remember me, Doffy is my name! (Young Master is the best!!!!)
That particular female Celestial Dragon was so distinctive, Chronos believed she must be at the very top of the Celestial Dragon hierarchy.
"There's news! The father of that female Celestial Dragon, Saint Alexander, has announced that he will attend tomorrow's auction. He's declared that if anyone dares to challenge him, even another Celestial Dragon, he'll kill them for the Five Elders to see..."
Just as Chronos and Shanks were talking, Aunt Shakky, looking radiant from her time with Rayleigh, walked in, bringing them good news.
"The mission is a success!" Chronos excitedly clapped his fist against his palm. Rayleigh joyfully grabbed a bottle of high-end liquor and started drinking directly from it, not even bothering with a glass. Shanks let out a long sigh of relief, slumping back in his chair.