Sethia put down the teacup in her hand and bent her chin as she watched the kangaroos in the woods bouncing up and down the trees, reminding her grandmother in a trance.

The one who taught her magic, who prescribed her royal etiquette, touched her head lovingly but compassionately on his deathbed, and told her that one day she would come out of this sea that should not be imprisoned for the rest of her life, the only venerable old man in the world who loved her deeply......

After being rescued by the pirates, her grandmother took her, in a dependent posture, to help the group of pirates find this huge island, set up a magic barrier, as their powerful pirate camp, help this group of pirates to cross the seas, play the banner of the leader in the world of pirates, heal their wounds, eliminate their pain.

However, even so, he gained the respect of the pirates, but he still couldn't change the identity of the dependents, and the two of them have always integrated into the pirate world with a low-key and humble attitude. Without him, pirates are the world of the strong, the law of the jungle is king, and gratitude and pity for these favors have never been the emotions that this group of indifferent pirates will have.

Unlike her grandmother, she was born with amazingly powerful magic, an innate power that no generation of witch bloodlines had ever possessed since her happy great-grandmother. Probably because she is a fifth-generation witch who accepted the Poseidon contract, as a body deprived of freedom, imprisoned in the heart of the ocean forever, based on the law of equivalent exchange, and obtained additional Poseidon gifts or compensation.

Even if he was in the company of a group of hateful and filthy pirates, born in the royal family, and received meticulous royal instruction from his grandmother since he was a child, Sethia has always stubbornly flowed noble blood in his bones. The hidden arrogance did not allow her to endure groveling and humility in the face of a group of pirates she despised in the slightest.

The year her grandmother died, Sisiah had just turned eighteen. On that day, she summoned a heavenly fire to burn her grandmother's body. On that day, eighteen-year-old Secia was consumed by feelings of pathos, anger, loneliness, and despair.

She summoned wind, fire, thunder and lightning with her bare hands. Sweep the pirate leader of the time into the air with thunder and lightning, and let him see for himself how she, with an unusually calm madness, destroyed most of the houses with a tornado, swept away all the gold and silver belongings, locked everyone in place with thunder and lightning, and ordered Skyfire to kill the vast majority of pirates who had offended her, whom she did not like, and who did not like her.

She calmly, smiled, and eagerly watched as human life and possessions were wiped out before her. Listening to everyone's wails with an intoxicated face is like listening to the most beautiful music. On that day, she was as beautiful as an angel, but like a devil above all else, laughing softly and unscrupulously, laughing softly, and the crisp and graceful laughter penetrated the howling wind and the roaring thunder and lightning, and spread to every corner of the island.

After the ravages, the pirate island is full of grief and devastation. After the pirate leader was put down, he went crazy.

Only one or two pirates survived. The new pirate leader is appointed by her. All the frightened pirates who survived, in horror, obeyed her command numbly to rebuild the pirate island, and rebuild a pirate island that would make her look pleasing to the eye.

Those who had lived through that day were so frightened that they did not dare to flee, and under the leadership of the new pirate leader, they diligently went out to plunder, and diligently returned to work, fearing Secias like demons and respecting them like gods.

From that day on, Secia became the real pirate boss behind the pirate island, the real master of the pirate island.

There were two more successions of pirate leaders, and another sixty years passed.

Secia is still the eighteen-year-old Secia who is as beautiful as an angel and has no change in appearance.

Even though the pirates of the previous generation died of old age, the legend of the devil's wrath on that day of Secia has been passed down from generation to generation, and the reverence for Secia has not diminished in the slightest, but has evolved to become a faith-like existence.

Until that early morning twenty-five years ago, an elf flew in through the window in the morning light, flapping its wings, and landed on the sleeping Secia's chest, buzzing eagerly to Secia.

Sethia slowly opened her clear eyes, looking at the elf gesturing anxiously, her long eyelashes flashing, and a faint excitement stained her eyes: "Have you arrived?"

It's a shoal that's rarely visited.

Occasionally, when the sun was rising or at sunset, Sisia would walk with her noble and graceful steps, stepping on the fine sand here, and sometimes looking at the end of the sea with a look of confusion and expectation. Over time, the pirates knew about Secia's habit, and tacitly designated this place as Secia's private forbidden place, and no one dared to come here to disturb her.

On this day, the wind and the sea were extraordinarily gentle, and when the tide rose, the water gently and softly swelled one after another, and the sound of lapping against the rocks on the shore seemed to have a rhythm like luring and soothing a baby to sleep, softly, with a hypnotic magic.

A huge wooden barrel ran aground on the beach. Inside the barrel was a baby, not crying or laughing, biting his fingers, and looking curiously at the blue sky above his head and the seagulls hovering above it, with his slender eyes wrapped in black, round and shiny eyes.

A pretty face was imprinted on his swarthy iris, and he giggled, squirming, and stretched out his little lotus-like arms upward.

Secia nodded his little nose dotingly and gently picked him up.

"Little one, you're here at last!" said Secia smiled as she embraced her cold, soft little body into her arms, as if she felt her grandmother hugging her in her arms.

Very gentle, very sweet, melting-like feeling filled Secia's heart, at a glance, she liked this little guy very much, and she simply loved it for no other reason.

Carefully holding the little one, Sithia slowly walked to her house, whispering to the little one all the way. The baby's tiny fists tugged at her dress like a lost mother's garment, giggling happily all the way.

Three months later, Secia summoned the pirate leader.

With a look of indifference, Saiassi handed over the chubby baby that was being cared for and fed in his arms into the arms of the pirate leader.

"He will become the overlord of the entire sea in the future, he will be the king of the sea, and he will lead all of you to create a glorious generation. Secia looked at the pirate leader's confused eyes lightly and said, "From today onwards, you will name him, and he will be left to you to take care of and teach him to become a good pirate!"

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The pirate leader, for this baby, is very fond of it.

Because from the time he was adopted, Secia completely surrendered the real power to control the pirate island, and since then he has lived in seclusion, and he has finally become a real and worthy of the pirate leader. Is this baby his lucky star!King of the Sea? He'll see!