The corpses had been found and buried. Luckily, the priest had been able to make it seem like it had been an accident. With his medical knowledge he stitched up the bodies and left marks that made the monks that found them in the morning, believe that their three friends had been ambushed by some type of wild animal. It worked, no one suspected a thing. And that's because he knew how to do this, he had done it before: manipulating the victim's remains in order to not to create any suspicions.

That was a morning for mourn their loss. All the monks were praying in the cathedral, and the priest was in one of the exterior balconies staring at the waking-up village.

'We just arrived days ago and she already has begun with this. It seems like she has been waiting for us for a long time. If this is true I'm in a huge disadvantage for she could have been planning her strategy for years.'

Sighing, he closed his eyes and let the cold morning breeze caress his tanned skin and wave through his midnight hair. Sensing himself calming, he headed inside the building, but before he crossed the balconies' doors, a high-pitched bird call reached his ears. Stopping and lifting his gaze to the barely clouded sky he saw a big and beautiful falcon coming down at him. When it was almost at his height, it let something fall from its claws to the priest's hands. It was a handwritten parchment. With a beautiful handwriting –that was different from the ones in the old book, noticed Law- it said: Three down, fourteen to go. And below it were two different finger-prints and one paw-print all of them made with three different bloods, as if they were stamps.

He couldn't stop his eyes from widening and his expression to go from shocked to sour when he saw the paper. It was from her, he had no doubts. But it enraged him that she had the nerve to send him this letter just after the burial of his friends. The ones whose corpses he had to profane in order to hide her existence to the world. He felt like he had helped her, like a traitor to the ones that cared for him. It was his fault if something happened to innocent people. He didn't want this village to end like his hometown. He wasn't going to let that massacre to happen again. Shaking with barely hidden wrath and wrinkling the letter in his fist to the point that his knuckles turned white, he headed inside thinking an offensive plan to take her down.

~~~~In the old hidden room~~~~

Inside of the hidden room a female body could be found sitting near the stone coffin. Her upper body propelled against it and her head resting upon her crossed arms. She was sleeping. It would seem like a pretty normal scene if she wasn't lying next to three different paths of blood that made their way down from the top of the –horizontally placed- coffin towards the floor.

~~~~Dream- Flash back~~~~

-"(Y/N). What are you doing?" said the man in a strong but low voice, making the little girl jump in surprise at being caught.

Turning around she shyly glanced up to the taller and older male. In exchange she got a mild-glare from two bright golden eyes. This was the fourth time that week that the little girl had tried to sneak out of the house to go to explore the woods with some village boys. She always got caught before she could reach the front door, but that never suppressed her anxiety to explore. The maids were always in high alert for stealthy little ladies trying to escape.

-"I-I... was going t-to the stables...Yes! To the stables! I wanted to find Zoro and play with him!" badly lied the five years old (Y/N) trying to deceive the twenty-eight years old Lord Dracule.

Crossing his arms over his silk-clothed chest, Mihawk stared coldly at the small child studying her face-expressions.

-"Your Spanish mastiff is in your chambers, snoring".

-"O-oh... really? I thought that he was chasing Sanji around the kitchen..."

-"The kitchen? Didn't you say you were going to take the dog from the stables?"

-"... No! Well, yes...I saw Zoro in the stables, and then Zoro saw Sanji and then he started to chase him and they entered the kitchen" said the child smiling proudly at her lie.

-"That animal that the chef Zeff gave you four your birthday has been pestering the maids all the day, hiding himself into the baskets that contained their underwear clothes. He hadn't been in the kitchen in any moment, much less in the stables."

-"Oh... I must have seen a similar fox then..."

-"There are no more arctic foxes around here."

-"Umph! This is unfair!" Seeing as the lies that her infant mind created could not deceive the grown man, she puffed her cheeks, crossed her arms and abruptly sat on the floor, not minding at all her expensive dress.

If he wouldn't have been who he was, he would have laughed at the little lady's cuteness. But instead, Lord Dracule scooped her into his arms and carried her towards her room.

-"C'mon, mi pequeña rosa. You have to continue reading those books I gave you. You must grow into an intelligent woman." He said putting a red rose into her (h/c) hair.

-"But I want to play!"

-"You can't, you have to study" replied Mihawk with that deep voice of his that makes everyone that hears it follow his commands.

-"If I read all of those books will you teach me that language that you talk sometimes?" she asked with hope in her eyes.

-"If you read all of them, I will".

-"Yay" She smiled brightly entering her chambers and sitting in her bed, back against the huge sleeping dog, mind ready to absorb all of the books' data.

(A/N): Sorry for the long wait '-.- lately I had been really busy. And also sorry for this chapter, it is short and kinda a filler. 

P.S.: Zoro would be like this to (Y/N):

~so cute~