In the end, no one had been hurt by the Baroque Works bomb. The only one who came out mildly singed was Pell, and that was only because he had been one to deposit the explosive in the dunes outside the city wall. A few tail feathers had been blackened, and the local ecosystem had taken a hit, but that'd been it.
He'd been lucky. A minute less and his injuries could have been far worse. Local ecology was a small price to pay for hundreds of lives.
Seeing one of the king's personal advisors deal with the bomb seemed to have had a positive impact on the rebels as well. It drove home how much this civil war had been manipulated... or something. You yourself weren't quite sure of the exact reasoning. But as long as the fighting had ceased, you were happy with the strange excuses they told themselves.
Especially when the miracle happened.
And a warlord fell from the heavens amidst the first rain the country had seen in years.
Your pen paused a moment mid sentence to dwell in the memories.
How long had you stood there that day, with your head tilted up to let cool water patter down your face? Listening to the cries of shock and joy and general confusion rumble through the air... and knowing that whatever miracle Luffy had performed would be forcibly hidden from the rest of the world because of savage bureaucracy.
A small twinge zipped through your arm. You grimaced, resisting the urge to move the large metal appendage under your cloak. It'd been three days since then... and you could swear that there was still rain water in your system. It was astonishing that you hadn't rusted over already...
"You really do not have to do this for us."
Your eyes narrowed. "And you really should not be out of bed, your highness, but that isn't stopping you now is it?" Really, how that man could move at all after having his joints impaled with large metal spikes was beyond you. You went back to your documents. "The sooner this aid application can get sent off, the sooner I can go back to other matters that require my attention."
Such as finding a suitable Warlord replacement... ugh... You felt nauseous just thinking about how much paperwork would be waiting back at Marie Geoise...
"That was not what I was implying and you know it." Cobra gestured towards you with his cane. "You may be a higher position than I in the World Government, but even you do not have to deal with every individual country's financial statements. Most children your age-"
"I resent being reduced to a mere child."
"-should not be forced to fill out extensive documentation-"
"I am doing this willingly."
"-for the sake of people that have practically no relation to them!"
"The Nefertari family, despite refusing to become part of the Nobles, was one of the founding families of the World Government and so protecting their reputation is important to maintain the dignity and valour of us other descendants." You paused long enough in your writing to arch a brow at him from across the room. "Need I go on?"
Cobra groaned and glanced back at the figures behind him, "I'm told that you two knew her longer than I have. Has she always been like this?"
"Got an answer for everything and anything you throw at her?" Sabo chuckled tiredly. "Oh you haven't seen nothing yet. You'd be surprised by how stubborn she can be if she wants to be... especially when it's about other people."
"The workaholic stuff's been around for a while though." Ace lounged idly against a semi-broken couch. "Pretty damn annoying if you ask me. Like..." His head flopped back towards you. "Can she not do stuff for other people for once? It makes her way too nice for that World Noble schtick she tries to pull."
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Broken Faith
Fanfiction[F!ReaderxASL] It's hard sometimes to accept who or what you are. That thought came to you when you were only six years old. Because being one of the infamous World Nobles wasn't enough, now you have to live with a robotic arm after the fire that de...
