"I think you can save the crying for later."
A voice with a meaningful undertone sounded beside them. The two sisters trembled as if struck by lightning upon hearing it, because it was the voice of the man from their memories—the man who had turned them into toys and tortured them until they nearly suffered mental breakdowns.
Sugar and Monet turned around and saw the man sitting on the sofa. He was still in the same position as before, eating Sugar's favorite grapes while reading the newspaper on the table.
Sugar was so frightened that she hid behind Monet, not even daring to poke her head out. Monet's legs had gone limp like noodles, and she collapsed onto the carpet in a duck-sitting position.
"Y-you... who exactly are you?" Monet asked with a trembling, tearful voice. "W-we sisters admit defeat! Please, let us go!"
"Still haven't recognized me?" The man finally raised his head and asked with a smile.
"You are..." With the mental veil of the Illusion Fruit ability gone, Sugar and Monet finally recognized the man before them. "Doflamingo!"
"Making a move against my clients right on my turf—you two really have some nerve." Doflamingo crossed one leg over the other with a cold sneer, his icy gaze bearing down on the two women.
Sugar and Monet were terrified out of their wits. They finally understood what had happened just now. From the very beginning, they had clearly fallen into Doflamingo's illusion.
Most terrifyingly, even though they knew they had just been caught in an illusion, those months spent as toys remained vivid in their minds, without the slightest sense of haziness. It was no different from having truly lived through it.
"W-what do you want?" Monet said, her voice quivering with a sob.
To a certain extent,