—Broadcast—
Mary Geoise
The appearance of Jewelry Bonney—Deputy Commander of the God's Knights—triggered immediate recognition across the Real World. Viewers who'd followed pirate activities in the Grand Line's first half erupted in shocked exclamations.
Wasn't this the notorious Big Eater? That voracious pirate whose appetite matched her combat capabilities? The Marine's bounty on her head had been climbing steadily, her strength sufficient to qualify as a Supernova candidate—one of the new generation's rising stars.
Such a pirate was actually a Celestial Dragon?
Most people across the seas remained unfamiliar with the God's Knights designation. Only those embedded within the World Government and Marine systems recognized this violent organization led directly by the Celestial Dragons themselves. The Knights were composed exclusively of members from the God Clan—those who claimed divine bloodright, who considered themselves inherently superior to baseline humanity.
A Celestial Dragon who'd previously operated as a pirate most likely wasn't born within Mary Geoise's holy walls. Bluntly stated: she was a bastard child left behind by some wandering member of the God Clan. Bonney lacked a proper Celestial Dragon surname, which raised questions about her legitimacy and standing.
Viewers continued following the Sky Screen's information with mounting curiosity, eager to learn how this peculiar situation had developed.
Admiral Tenryu savored a delicate pastry with obvious pleasure. In terms of culinary skill, the Marine cafeterias couldn't compare remotely. The chef slaves Bonney had personally trained possessed genuine talent.
"This tastes different from last time," Wendy observed between bites, her youthful enthusiasm bubbling through despite her Admiral rank. "Bonnie, the pastry chef you've trained is absolutely amazing! I'd love to eat like this every day!"
Seeing that Wendy genuinely appreciated the slave's work, Bonney felt a surge of warmth. The impulse came naturally: she'd simply give this skilled slave to her friend. He was merely property, after all. Not particularly precious or difficult to replace.
"Take him," Bonney offered immediately, gesturing toward the terrified chef who'd frozen in place upon becoming the subject of discussion. "I'll have the paperwork arranged by tomorrow. He's yours."
However, Wendy quickly rejected the generous proposal with an apologetic smile. "I appreciate it, really. But arranging accommodation for an outsider would be complicated. Bringing anyone into a military fortress like Rome requires extensive documentation and security clearances. Even as an Admiral, I'd rather avoid the bureaucratic headache."
The twin-tailed girl waved her hand dismissively, though her expression showed genuine gratitude for the offer.
As the two Celestial Dragon girls enjoyed their afternoon tea—an oddly normal scene of friendship amid the surreal privilege and tragedy surrounding them—an unwelcome interruption arrived.
A female figure in a distinctive white suit walked purposefully across the manicured lawn toward their gathering. The uniform marked her affiliation immediately: CP0, the Cipher Pol organization's elite division serving as the Celestial Dragons' personal black gloves.
Wendy noticed the approaching agent and began to rise politely. "Why don't I step aside for a moment? If CP0 is seeking you so urgently, it must be important business."
Bonnie's hand shot out, gripping Wendy's shoulder and pushing her firmly back into her seat. The pink-haired woman's expression darkened with genuine irritation.
"You're not going anywhere," Bonnie stated flatly, her voice carrying an edge that brooked no argument. "My afternoon tea has been interrupted by outsiders. Are there no other officers in the God's Knights? Can't the Deputy Commander have a few hours of personal time?"
The resentment in her tone was palpable. Whatever news this CP0 agent carried, Bonnie already resented the intrusion.
The approaching woman was Kalifa—once an agent under Rob Lucci's command during the CP9 days. However, following her superior's mysterious disappearance alongside her best friend Ada, Kalifa had been reassigned. Her current posting: managing the notoriously bad-tempered Bonney.
Every time Kalifa arrived to report information or deliver orders, the moody Celestial Dragon subjected her to some form of violence. Physical abuse was most common—slaps, kicks, thrown objects. As the designated shield (or more accurately, lackey) for Celestial Dragon interests, Kalifa had developed complete immunity to verbal insults. Words couldn't hurt anymore.
But the beatings still did.
"Kalifa," Bonney's voice dropped to dangerous softness, "you'd better have an excellent reason to convince me this interruption was necessary. Otherwise, you know the consequences."
The female CP0 agent couldn't suppress an involuntary tremor. Kalifa was genuinely terrified of Bonney—an emotion rooted in repeated traumatic experiences rather than mere professional caution. To complete her assigned task, she dropped to one knee before the Celestial Dragon in formal supplication and began today's routine work report.
"Lady Bonney," Kalifa's voice remained professionally neutral despite her fear, "the Revolutionary Army—which you've been monitoring closely—has recently initiated revolutionary activities in several maritime kingdoms. Nobles in one particular kingdom were overthrown completely. The king and his entire family were hanged publicly by the mob. The Revolutionary Army has resurged in strength and activity."
The moment Kalifa spoke the words "Revolutionary Army," something shifted in Bonney's demeanor. A fierce light flashed through her eyes—predatory, violent, utterly cold. Her entire body language transformed from irritated aristocrat to apex predator scenting wounded prey.
This group of insects that never died cleanly, that always reproduced wildly in invisible dark places...
It was obvious the woman held profound hatred for the Revolutionary Army. She'd personally killed one of their commanders just two months ago, yet they continued operating as though nothing had happened.
Bonnie hated the Revolutionary Army with every fiber of her being. She also despised World Government agents with equal intensity. Beyond the suffering inflicted by Celestial Dragons themselves—and she acknowledged that cruelty openly—these two organizations were the greatest accomplices in her current tragic circumstances.
Her story was written in blood and betrayal.
Bonney's Past – The Full Truth
Her mother, Ginny, had been a commander in the Revolutionary Army—one of Dragon's trusted officers during the organization's early formation. During a high-risk operation, Ginny's entire team was ambushed. Every member of her entourage died except Ginny herself, who was captured alive.
When news of Ginny finally reached the Revolutionary Army months later, she'd already become a Celestial Dragon's wife—or more accurately, his property. His plaything. His victim.
During this entire period, Dragon—the legendary leader who supposedly championed freedom and justice—had taken no action whatsoever to rescue his captured officer. He'd allowed his trusted cadre to suffer at the hands of beastly Celestial Dragons without even attempting extraction.
Bonney had been born under such circumstances. The product of systematic rape. A child conceived in captivity.
Even a supposedly "weak" outsider like the fish-man Fisher Tiger had managed to climb Mary Geoise's Red Line with his bare hands, set fires throughout the God Clan's hometown, and liberate hundreds of slaves before escaping. A foreigner with no Devil Fruit powers accomplished what the Revolutionary Army's leader—someone possessing the legendary wind-manipulation abilities—apparently could not.
The hypocrisy was nauseating.
Ginny had entrusted her newborn infant to her best friend shortly after giving birth, then died in agony as her body reached its absolute physical limits. The trauma, the abuse, the supernatural disease inflicted by prolonged Celestial Dragon exposure—it had all compounded until her organs simply surrendered.
After Ginny's death, Bonney's adoptive father Bartholomew Kuma had provided the girl with genuine love. He was a gentle man despite his size and intimidating appearance. Not a tyrant at all, despite his epithet.
Until Bonney fell ill during childhood, the girl had lived relatively happily with her adoptive father. Then she'd contracted the same disease that killed her mother—a supernatural affliction transmitted through Celestial Dragon bloodlines, something medical science struggled to comprehend.
Through Revolutionary Army channels, Bartholomew Kuma had negotiated with Dr. Vegapunk. The scientist agreed to cure Bonney's condition in exchange for... considerations. The exact terms weren't disclosed, but the girl's disease was successfully treated.
In retrospect, it had all been a conspiracy. A trap designed specifically to ensnare Bartholomew Kuma—to plot the takeover of his body for the Pacifista program and subsequent Seraph development.
During Bonnie's recuperation period, special caretakers had attended to her needs. Their true identities? World Government agents. These "nurses" had systematically destroyed every letter Bartholomew Kuma sent to his daughter, intercepting all communication to ensure father and daughter remained separated for five years.
Five years of enforced isolation. Five years believing her father had abandoned her just like the Revolutionary Army had abandoned her mother.
To escape and search for her father, Bonnie had beaten a female government agent severely enough to create an opportunity. She'd stolen a boat and set sail with sympathetic crew members—"uncles" who'd known Bartholomew Kuma and pitied the desperate child.
She'd adventured across the seas, deliberately making a spectacle on the Grand Line, hoping to attract Bartholomew Kuma's attention through notoriety and news reports.
But ultimately, it had all been futile.
When Bonney finally found her father, Bartholomew Kuma had already lost his emotions and memories. He'd been transformed into a cyborg that could no longer speak, no longer recognize her, no longer feel love or pain or anything resembling human consciousness.
At that moment, every belief Bonnie possessed collapsed like a building whose foundation had disintegrated.
She'd confronted Vegapunk directly, demanding answers. The scientist had led the experiment that transformed Bartholomew Kuma. He'd personally erased her father's consciousness—the final step in creating the perfect obedient weapon.
During that confrontation, Vegapunk had shown Bonney her father's extracted memories. She'd witnessed the inside story of numerous events from Kuma's perspective, including the Revolutionary Army's repeated failures to protect their own people.
The pattern was consistent: the Revolutionary Army treated captured cadres with laissez-faire indifference. Mother Ginny had been a victim. Later, Father Bartholomew Kuma became another victim. Dragon, as the organization's incompetent leader, had utterly failed his subordinates.
However, this ancient history alone wasn't sufficient to justify Bonnie's desire to exterminate the entire Revolutionary Army. The grudges of the previous generation could be acknowledged without demanding total vengeance.
What transformed her hatred into active mission was what came next.
When she and her father—or rather, his lobotomized shell—had returned to the place where she'd lived during childhood, Bonney had wanted to live in seclusion. To exist peacefully relying on shared memories even if Kuma himself couldn't access them. She'd planned a life away from the world's chaos.
Bonnie no longer wanted to sail as a pirate. She just wanted peace.
But peace was denied.
The Sorbet Kingdom in the South Blue—a place containing her only beautiful memories—fell into chaos because of Revolutionary Army agitation. The rioting citizens became completely uncontrollable. Large-scale bloodshed erupted throughout the kingdom as mobs enacted brutal liquidation of the old nobility.
The violence was the most savage and bloody Bonnie had ever witnessed.
The entire royal family was stripped naked and hanged from crosses erected in the central square. Public execution as entertainment. Humiliation as righteous justice.
Bonnie and her father had been there, standing at the foot of the execution platform, forced to witness the corpses of people they'd once known.
King Bulldog—the kind monarch who'd helped them arrange safe passage years ago. Queen Mother Connie—the gentle woman who'd secretly provided supplies for their journey. Court officials who'd turned blind eyes to their departure, enabling their escape.
All of them. Dead. Displayed like trophies.
They'd been kind people. Gentle people. People who'd helped a desperate child and her father when they'd needed it most.
And the reward for their compassion? Torture. Humiliation. Public execution while crowds cheered.
Bonnie looked at the people rioting and celebrating before her—thousands of citizens drunk on revolutionary fervor, screaming about justice and liberation while dancing beneath corpses.
She looked at them. Really looked.
And she was completely, utterly desperate about this world.
She believed from the depths of her soul that this world was hopeless. That humanity was hopeless. That the cycle of violence and revenge would never end, that replacing one set of rulers with another simply created new victims without solving fundamental problems.
The Revolutionary Army had "liberated" the Sorbet Kingdom. And in doing so, they'd murdered the only people who'd ever shown Bonney genuine kindness beyond her immediate family.
From that moment forward, Jewelry Bonney dedicated herself to hunting Revolutionary Army members wherever they appeared. She'd joined the God's Knights specifically for the resources and authority to pursue them legally. To kill them systematically. To eradicate the organization that had destroyed everything she'd ever loved.
Her hatred wasn't ideological. It was profoundly, devastatingly personal.
Kalifa finished her report and remained kneeling, awaiting Bonney's response.
The pink-haired woman's expression had gone cold—colder than the ice users' abilities, colder than the void between stars.
"Which kingdom?" Bonney asked quietly.
"The Lulusia Kingdom in Paradise," Kalifa answered. "The Revolutionary Army's Southern Division orchestrated the uprising. Commander Lindbergh personally led the operation."
Bonney's hands clenched into fists tight enough that her knuckles went white.
"Prepare my ship," she commanded. "I'm deploying immediately. Assemble a God's Knights strike team. We're hunting revolutionaries."
Wendy watched her friend with concerned expression but said nothing. She understood. Some hatreds couldn't be reasoned away, some wounds couldn't heal, some violence was simply inevitable.
The afternoon tea was over.
The hunt would begin again.