“Anyway, let’s go first and take this person back,” Chloe suggested, uninterested in Catherine’s values.

"That won't do!"

However, Donald stepped forward, standing in front of the crowd, and loudly addressed Catherine:

"If we don't explain it clearly, wouldn't that be deceiving Miss Catherine? That old King K is willing to keep his promise and marry such a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Of course, we should tell him the truth!"

"Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

These words sent a shiver down Catherine's spine. She pointed at herself with her stubby fingers and asked uncertainly, "This young naval officer? Are you talking about me?"

“Indeed, and if I may be so bold, Miss Catherine, you are very ugly!” Donald’s eyes were clear, and there was not a trace of sarcasm or mockery in his tone.

He was simply stating a fact, a very honest statement based on his aesthetic sense, and even the aesthetic sense of the general public.

Beauty and ugliness are beauty and ugliness; there is no such thing as someone who is clearly ugly but has to say that they are beautiful against their will.

His master taught him from a young age to be honest and polite.

Catherine was trembling with anger, pointing at Donald and yelling, "How dare you call me ugly! How am I ugly! You're not even a tenth as handsome as those guys who were pursuing me! They all said I was beautiful, as beautiful as the moon!"

"Excuse me for being blunt, but the moon is cratered, so are you. You're ugly."

"My father's wealth could buy this kingdom! The people chasing me stretch from the West Blue to the Grand Line!"

"You're ugly."

"My marriage partners are all at least members of royalty; I am of unparalleled nobility!"

"You're ugly!"

Donald completely ignored Catherine's words and said to her righteously, "Admit it bravely! You are ugly! It's not a bad thing to admit your shortcomings. Ugly people can have their day! Although King K is old and lecherous, with skin like chicken skin, he is your destined husband, and you are engaged! Even ugly people can get married!"

Faced with Donald's serious expression, Catherine took a few steps back, her skin beginning to look somewhat ashen.

"Hey, Donald, stop talking!" Sazier couldn't take it anymore. "What are you saying?"

Did I say something wrong?

Donald shouted, "Don't discriminate against ugly people! She's trying her best too. Although it's despicable to force others to acknowledge her beauty with money, she's still trying! Those who pursue her may only be after money, and they might secretly feel disgusted, but she's genuinely trying in her own way! Ugly people also have a yearning for beauty, that's true!"

Catherine's body had become even more ashen.

“Miss Catherine, I know you are trying, but there’s no need to resort to such despicable means!”

Donald, brimming with righteous indignation, declared, "So what if you're ugly! It's precisely because you're ugly that you strive to become beautiful. I won't discriminate against you! Even if you're ugly, even if the king doesn't like you, as long as you're engaged, you can be together! Ugly girls can become queens too!"

"Donald, I've turned gray, I've lost my color." Sazir covered his face helplessly, pointing to Catherine, who was completely colorless and frozen in front of him.

"How did he survive until now, Kuro?" Lida asked curiously.

"Well, maybe he's just more skilled in combat, which is why he hasn't been killed yet."

Kuro was certain; this guy was definitely a bit dim-witted.

Catherine was completely drained of color by Donald's words. She stood there stunned, her pupils dilated, as if she couldn't accept the blow and fainted on her own.

“Wake her up and ask her where the maid went missing,” Kuro said.

But before anyone could wake Catherine, she regained her color on her own, pointed in a direction, and said, "She disappeared in the great forest ahead."

After she finished speaking, her head slumped down again, her complexion turned ashen, and she fainted once more.

Kuro: "..."

Is it possible to selectively faint?

"Get her away and hand her over to the King. Donald, you take them there. Kuro and Lida, come with me," Kuro said, waving his hand.

"Um, can I come with you?"

Fanny raised her hand and said, "I want to take this opportunity to see why the beasts are so violent. I was always too afraid to do it alone before, but with you guys here, maybe we can find out the truth."

After all, besides the rage of wild beasts, this country also has many more bandits; how could she dare to run around recklessly alone?

Kuro remained indifferent to this.

The unconscious Catherine, accompanied by Donald, Sazel, and Kikyo, went to the palace.

Fanny hastily gathered some important medicine bottles and notes, then followed Kuro in the direction Catherine had indicated.

Perfect timing, they also need a local to guide them.

It wouldn't be long from here to the great forest, only an hour's walk. Kuro could see the lush, verdant forest in front of the grassland, where even the sunlight couldn't penetrate.

“Right here, Catherine said she was robbed here,” Fanny said, pointing to the entrance to the great forest.

At this moment, Kuro sniffed and frowned, saying, "Mr. Kuro, there's a strong smell of blood... very strong."

"Roar!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a violent roar echoed through the forest.

Kuro narrowed his eyes, and with a flash, he rushed in the direction from which the sound came.

He was naturally very fast, and before long he had passed through the obstacles in the forest and arrived at an open space.

There were several camps there, but now the place is covered in blood.

Large numbers of people lay in pools of blood. Whether they were ragged, menacing-looking thieves or ordinary-looking merchants, they were all lying in pools of blood, their bellies ripped open, their eyes wide with terror.

In the center of the corpse, a group of small monkeys huddled together, rummaging around with their hands.

Seemingly hearing a noise, the little monkeys turned their heads, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes. Blood was dripping from the corners of their mouths, and their hands were clutching flesh and entrails. In the center of them was a woman whose white dress had been stained crimson, her eyes wide open as she faced the sky, her abdomen completely empty.

"How could this be..."

Fanny, who had followed, covered her mouth with both hands, tears streaming down her face. "It's impossible! They're such gentle beings, why is this happening?!"

"Aww!"

The little monkeys roared in unison and charged forward, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws.

"Psychic Blade - Fighting Lion".

Kuro gripped the hilt of his sword and swung it forward, his ability stirring up the air to create wind blades that sliced ​​through it. The little monkey that was rushing forward was blown apart by this force of wind and shattered into pieces.

"So, what the hell is going on?!"

With a single slash, Kuro sheathed his blade, his face somewhat grim.

“Mr. Kuro, I smelled the scent of that Guardian Ape. It was here.”

Kro wrinkled his nose and said.