Heroic Spirit Template in One Piece

At night, all was quiet.

Hancock, who had just boarded the Wind Rider, had a lot on her mind—about Caelan and Nami.

Her lovesickness had temporarily eased after seeing Caelan and following him.

Her intelligence, too, seemed to return after being spanked in front of so many rivals.

"It seems impossible to monopolize Caelan," Hancock, now thinking clearly, reflected to herself.

From Caelan's attitude, it was obvious—every one of them was a bond he wasn't willing to abandon.

As expected of the man she had chosen. He was so affectionate.

In that case, once Caelan truly fell in love with her, it would be a bond for life.

And among all those bonds, she wanted to be the most dazzling one.

"II want to be his first choice!"

Suddenly, Hancock made up her mind.

The first step toward that goal was to form a deeper connection.

And to reveal the secret she had hidden in her heart.

She got up from the bed and carefully washed herself in the bathroom.

Every inch was cleaned meticulously, perfectly.

Except for her back, where an ugly mark remained—one that couldn't be washed away.

She knew it was there. And it caused her deep pain.

"…Hah."

Hancock exhaled and stepped out of her room.

Soon, she arrived at the door to Caelan's room.

After hesitating for a moment, Hancock pushed the door slightly.

With a soft creak, it opened a crack.

Caelan, lying alone on the bed, opened his eyes.

He didn't have the habit of locking his door—or rather, he preferred to leave it open.

Nami, Robin, Vivi, Tashigi, Perona, Kalifa—they all could come.

Who would it be this time?

Caelan didn't use Observation Haki. The unknown made it more interesting.

But when a soft, snake-like figure slid onto the bed, Caelan was momentarily stunned.

Hancock?

"Caelan, I have something to tell you."

"You're not asleep?"

Hancock's voice sounded surprised, then shy.

"I wasn't sleeping."

"If you have a secret, tell me."

Caelan's expression remained calm, but inside, he was stirred.

What kind of secret would lead someone to come to his room this late?

After a moment of thought, Caelan had his answer.

The only true "secret" on Hancock's body was the mark on her back.

Sure enough, Hancock turned her back to him and slowly removed the clothes from her upper body. She even moved her waist-length hair to the front. Her skin was smooth like silk, white and unblemished, her figure graceful and elegant.

It was a back worthy of poetry… except for one ugly mark.

"This is my biggest secret."

"When I was young, I was branded as a slave by the Celestial Dragons."

"It's ugly, isn't it?"

These few words seemed to drain all her strength.

She was sure that Caelan, who shone like the sun, would never accept such a disgraceful mark.

"It's very ugly."

Hancock trembled, tears nearly welling up in her eyes.

As expected, this mark was the most humiliating thing in her life.

"But it can be removed."

Caelan gently touched her silk-like back and replied calmly.

"It can't be removed."

Hancock only felt warmth spread across her back. Her trembling body slowly relaxed.

"I said it can be removed, so it can."

"Besides, I like you for who you are, not because of the mark on your back."

Caelan hugged Hancock from behind and spoke softly.

"…Ah!?"

In that instant, Hancock was overwhelmed with joy. She couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"Really? You're not just trying to comfort me?"

Hancock asked, still in disbelief.

"Of course not. You walked into this room and made me want to act."

Caelan pressed his body closer to Hancock, letting her feel the fire of his desire.

He had originally intended to build feelings gradually before accepting Hancock. A woman like her could easily turn obsessive if not handled properly.

But since she came to him with such sincerity, if he didn't accept her now, she might turn yandere on the spot.

"Can I turn around?"

Hancock asked shyly.

She wanted to show him her best side.

"No."

Caelan refused without hesitation.

If he let her turn around, wouldn't that mean he was just sweet-talking?

"…"

Without another word, Caelan gently laid Hancock down on the bed. Her waist was slender, her legs long, smooth, and pale. Even while being pinned down, she had an air of seduction.

Truly, she was worthy of the title "most beautiful woman in the world."

"There's no need to say anything more."

Leaving that sentence behind, Caelan began to move.

Words—no matter how beautiful—were ultimately powerless.

Only actions could fully convey one's heart.

To cure Hancock's lovesickness, her extreme possessiveness, and the trauma caused by the Celestial Dragon's brand, Caelan had no choice but to play doctor and give her a full treatment.

"…Mmm~"

With a painful moan, Hancock truly matured.

"Caelan, can you love only me?"

Hancock asked hopefully, overwhelmed by emotion.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let's discuss that in two hours."

Caelan curled his lips and intensified his efforts.

In other words, treatment was still ongoing and the disease not yet cured.

Hancock wore a dark expression. Sweat trickled down her cheeks.

"You must get along with everyone from now on. Understood?"

Caelan gently brushed the hair away from her forehead, reminding her again.

"I understand, Caelan."

Hancock lowered her eyes and answered obediently.

She must build good relationships with Nami and the others.

"By the way, Lord Caelan, earlier you said the mark could be removed. Is that true?"

Hancock asked, recalling Caelan's earlier words.

Though she had gained Caelan's love, she still wanted to erase that hideous mark.

"Of course, it's true."

"I know someone who has the ability to heal anything. As long as we find her, removing the mark won't be a problem."

Caelan said seriously as he gently played with Hancock's hair.

That person was under his old acquaintance Doflamingo—the little princess of the Tontatta Tribe with healing powers.

"…Mmm!"

With a blissful smile, Hancock fell asleep in Caelan's arms.

Overnight—

Hancock's lovesickness, intense possessiveness, and the inferiority complex she had harbored deep in her heart…

These three deeply rooted emotional ailments were mostly healed by Caelan's multiple rounds of "cardiotonic" and doses of "special medicine."

(To be continued.)

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