I've traveled through time.
He is young, has a beautiful face and a baby in his belly.
I have beautiful blond hair and ocean blue eyes. Just when I was pondering whether the child in my belly was the legendary Pirate King's child - everyone in the town openly called my name and called me Rosalind.
Oh, it's okay, thank you for your hard work, hello everyone, goodbye everyone.
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As a beautiful girl (?) Who should be twenty years old, or upwards of twenty years old, with the honorable title of a well-known writer on the Grand Line, I am a single mother with a five-year-old son.
…Anyway, because I couldn't explain to a well-meaning doctor why I was sixteen when I had my baby and had a bone age of seventeen when he was five, we moved.
Well, if this continues, when I am twenty years old, my son will also be twenty years old.
Just thinking of this, I couldn't help but hold my child's hand tightly in distress: "It doesn't matter if the girlfriend you find in the future is older than mom, Sakaski, mom supports you."
Sakaski: "...?"
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Good news or bad news, which one do you want to hear first?
The good news is that I am resurrected.
The bad news is that I am twenty-four and my son is forty-two.
…My Sakaski is already an admiral in the navy. As for why I say this is bad news... Ah haha.
Because, well, actually, I am an out-and-out bad woman.
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Lethargy, mildness, silence.
She seemed no different in death than she had been in life.
But Sakaski is still dreaming.
He often dreamed of a woman sleeping in an unknown crystal coffin, just as she had been before her death, just sleeping gently - until one day, she opened her eyes in the dream.
Then his subordinates reported to him that his own mother's grave had been dug up by pirates. After the dignified admiral investigated, he even discovered that a colleague had waxed his mother's relics.
Sakaski:?
Looking for death, I think you are all sick. Jpg
◆I see one flirting with another, the cp is undecided, she is a bad girl anyway.
◆First person, generating electricity for love, it is a pleasure to write.
Intention: Good night, sweet dreams, and may the battery be sufficient.
