- In the eyes of the children, I am a savior; in the shadows of the underworld, a mastermind. Both are true, and both serve my ends.
- Saint or sinner? The world is not so black and white, dear. I wear both masks with equal ease.
- My public deeds cloak my private dealings; benevolence is often the best disguise for the business I conduct in the dark.
- Every saint has a history, and every sinner has a future. In my case, they just happen to overlap.
- Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. The hand that nurtures can also command great power.
- My orphanage is a sanctuary, a place of peace for those poor souls, and a perfect cover for less savory activities.
- Each child I save is a pawn in a much larger game—a game of power and influence.
- The children believe I am their guardian angel, but every angel has her demons.
- I give them a home, but in return, they serve my broader ambitions, knowingly or not.
- In this world, even charity can be a form of currency. My orphanage buys me more than just goodwill.
- In the underworld, trust is as valuable as it is rare. Betrayal, however, is something you can always count on.
- My influence extends deep beneath the surface; I broker more than just goods—I broker power.
- Every deal I make serves a dual purpose—to strengthen my network and to bind my clients to me.
- Betrayal is just part of business, and I am a very good businesswoman.
- I am the unseen hand that guides much of the chaos you see. In the underworld, I am both feared and revered.
- The seeds I planted in Linlin are in full bloom; she is my greatest legacy and my most terrifying creation.
- Through Linlin, my influence stretches across the seas, a testament to my teachings and her twisted devotion.
- I taught her power, control, and ambition—essential ingredients for any leader, especially a pirate queen.
- My influence can be seen in every action she takes—she is my creation, my puppet who has outgrown her strings.
- The Big Mom Pirates are my indirect disciples, carrying forward the ethos I embedded in their captain.
- The Soru Soru no Mi grants me control over souls themselves—a power befitting someone who deals in the currency of life and death.
- With this power, I can manipulate the very essence of a person, bending their will to my own.
- The souls I command with the Soru Soru no Mi are both my weapons and my wards.
- This power is not just a tool; it’s an extension of my will, capable of bringing both salvation and destruction.
- Possessing the Soru Soru no Mi means I never truly walk alone—I am surrounded by the souls I’ve claimed and controlled.
- My time with the giants of Elbaf was a charade, a means to an end, cloaked under the guise of care and nurture.
- I manipulated the noble giants, using their trust to further my own dark agendas, until the veil of deceit inevitably fell.
- The giants thought me a guardian, but in the shadows, I played the role of a usurper, plotting their betrayal for my gain.
- My betrayal left a scar across Elbaf, a mark so deep it turned reverence into revulsion.
- The trust of a giant is as colossal as their stature; to betray it is to invite a wrath of equally epic proportions.
- I crafted my image carefully, a saint in the eyes of the world, while darkness festered beneath the surface.
- The myth of the saintly Mother Carmel was a tapestry woven with threads of lies and half-truths.
- Propaganda was my paint, the world my canvas; I depicted myself as a savior while concealing the monster within.
- To the world, I was a beacon of hope; to those who knew my true face, a herald of doom.
- Every act of kindness was calculated, designed to build the legend of a saint where none existed.
- Manipulation is an art, and I am its master—each child, a puppet; their strings, invisible but firm in my grasp.
- I offered warmth and then ice, kindness then cruelty—keeping those under my care desperate for approval and afraid of losing favor.
- Fear and love are potent manipulators; I wielded both with the finesse of a maestro.
- My words were honey when I wished to soothe, venom when I needed to strike—every sentence a calculated move in the game of control.
- I shaped their realities, molding their perceptions with careful manipulations, until they saw only what I wanted them to see.
- The seeds of deceit I sowed have grown into forests of darkness, enveloping the paths of those I touched.
- My actions, though hidden in shadows, echo loudly across the seas, influencing the tides of power and the flow of history.
- The chaos I nurtured festers still, a legacy of turmoil that continues to shape the destinies of pirates and emperors alike.
- Like a stone cast into still water, my deceptions ripple outward, their effects felt long after my disappearance.
- The world remains blind to the extent of my manipulations, the true depth of the turmoil I engineered from behind the scenes.
- My disappearance is shrouded in mystery, a puzzle that keeps the world guessing and my enemies restless.
- Some say I vanished into the ether, others that I fell victim to my own machinations—each theory as colorful as it is fallacious.
- The aftermath of my vanishing was chaos incarnate, a storm of suspicion and power vacuums that rocked the very foundations of the underworld.
- Did I flee, was I silenced, or did I orchestrate my own disappearance? Only I hold the truth, and it is mine alone.
- My disappearance was the final act of my play, leaving behind a legacy of questions and a world forever altered by my touch.
Saint or Sinner?
Mother Carmel’s Orphanage
Mother Carmel and the Underworld
The Historical Impact of Mother Carmel on the Big Mom Pirates
The Mystique of Soru Soru no Mi
Elbaf’s Influence and Mother Carmel’s Betrayal
The Creation of a False Saint
Psychological Manipulation Techniques Used by Mother Carmel
How Carmel’s Actions Ripple Through the New World
Mother Carmel’s Disappearance
