A cold wind swept across the palace heights.
It wasn't natural.
It wasn't from the air.
It came from her presence.
The dazed Celestial Dragon stood frozen, his body trembling uncontrollably as the chill sank deep into his bones.
His sluggish mind struggled to catch up
But the moment his eyes focused
He saw her.
And everything stopped.
Fear.
Pure, instinctive fear.
"Saint… Roselith… Seraphina…"
That name
Was not simply a name.
It was a nightmare.
Among the Celestial Dragons of his generation, there existed a figure none dared to provoke.
A figure who shattered their arrogance.
A figure who turned privilege into pain.
The Tyrant of the Roselith Family.
Saint Roselith Seraphina.
Memories surged violently within his mind.
Years ago
Within the sacred grounds of Mary Geoise
The Roselith Family hosted a grand banquet.
It was meant to celebrate the coming-of-age of their daughter.
And that day
Every noble of significance had attended.
Because of her.
Even among Celestial Dragons
She was special.
Her beauty
Unmatched.
Her lineage
Powerful.
The Roselith Family
Was no ordinary Celestial Dragon family.
They stood among the true power holders of the World Government.
A lineage deeply tied to financial authority and internal influence.
To marry her
Was to gain both beauty and power.
Even if she had once been blind
It changed nothing.
Suitors came.
One after another.
At first
They approached Saint Victor Roselith.
But every proposal
Was rejected.
His answer never changed.
"My daughter will decide her own future."
At first, many believed it was arrogance.
That he looked down on them.
Because even among Celestial Dragons
There were ranks.
Those with power.
And those without.
But as time passed
Something became clear.
It wasn't arrogance.
It was truth.
Victor
Would not control her life.
He truly allowed her to choose.
And so
They changed tactics.
If the father could not be moved
Then they would approach the daughter.
A fatal mistake.
Celestial Dragons
Were not known for restraint.
Their desires were absolute.
Their methods
Crude.
Some tried persuasion.
Others
Did not bother.
Unwanted advances.
Arrogant assumptions.
And then
They learned.
Pain.
Saint Roselith Seraphina did not tolerate disrespect.
The first time
She simply struck them.
But they did not learn.
So she adjusted.
Not to kill.
But to punish.
She studied the human body.
Understood its limits.
Where to strike.
How to strike.
To inflict maximum pain
Without lasting damage.
And so
The legend was born.
The Tyrant.
Not because she killed
But because she didn't.
Because she made them feel everything
And live with it.
Even the parents who came to protest
Left in silence.
Because their children
Were not truly injured.
Only… broken in spirit.
Eventually
They gave up.
No one dared pursue her anymore.
Except one.
Saint Charlos.
But not for her.
For someone else.
That day
He had seen a young girl peeking beyond the estate walls.
Boa Hancock.
And from that moment
Obsession took root.
He tried everything.
First
He approached Seraphina directly.
"I'll buy her."
The result?
He was beaten.
Severely.
Hancock
Was not property.
She was her friend.
Second
He turned to his father.
Saint Rosward.
But even Rosward refused.
Victor's reputation
Was absolute.
No one interfered with what belonged to the Roselith Family.
Especially not for something so foolish.
Third
He made the worst decision.
Force.
He sent slaves.
To infiltrate the Roselith estate.
To take Hancock.
But he failed to understand something.
Even back then
Seraphina's Observation Haki had already awakened.
Her perception
Sharp.
Absolute.
No intruder could escape her notice.
Unless they were monsters of the sea
Like Silvers Rayleigh or Gol D. Roger.
And such beings
Would never stoop to this.
The result
Was inevitable.
The slaves attacked.
And were crushed.
Swordsmanship.
Precision.
Control.
Even in her youth
She dominated them completely.
The guards arrived soon after
Ending the incident.
The consequences
Severe.
The family of Charlos
Publicly distanced themselves.
And Charlos
Was confined.
Five years.
A rare punishment
For a Celestial Dragon.
Yet
Even that
Was not enough.
Because after his release
He did not change.
And so
Every time she saw him
She reminded him.
With pain.
Controlled.
Measured.
But unforgettable.
Back to the present
"You are Charlos… aren't you?"
Saint Roselith Seraphina stood before him, her expression calm
Yet her eyes carried something far colder.
Recognition.
Memory.
And a trace
Of lingering displeasure.
"Long time no see."
Her lips curved slightly.
Not warmth.
Something far more dangerous.
That incident
Had nearly cost her everything.
If she had not sensed it
If she had not intervened
She might have lost the only person she considered a true friend.
And that
Was unforgivable.
For someone like Charlos
Who never learned
There would be no leniency.
"L-Long time… no see…"
Charlos stuttered, his entire body trembling.
"…Saint Roselith…"
His voice cracked.
"Then tell me."
Her tone dropped.
"What are you doing here?"
He hesitated.
Silence.
Wrong choice.
Her hand moved.
Grabbing him effortlessly
Lifting him off the ground.
His body dangled helplessly.
"Answer me."
Her grip tightened slightly.
Fear flooded his face.
"Saint Roselith Seraphina! Release him immediately!"
A voice roared.
Saint Rosward rushed forward, anger and panic mixing in his expression.
"This is our residence!"
Seraphina turned her head slightly.
"Oh?"
Her gaze returned to Charlos.
"So this is your house…"
Without warning
She leaped.
Landing effortlessly on the palace railing.
High above the ground.
The wind howled.
Below
A deadly drop.
And then
She pulled him outward.
Over the edge.
"What what are you doing?!"
Charlos screamed.
His voice breaking completely.
"Please !"
"Spare me!"