Dimon did not know exactly how old Gunko was.
She might have been the princess of some country when she was young, while Brook had been the captain of that country's guards. The two had known each other before.
What exactly had happened to cause problems with Gunko's memories was impossible to know.
Dimon climbed in through the window into her bedroom. Suddenly, he felt a change in his body. With a pop, he reverted from a toy to human form. "Time's up?"
Dimon frowned.
The Age-Age Fruit was somewhat inconvenient in this regard. After all, it was borrowed power and could only last half an hour.
Just as he prepared to transform again, an arrow-shaped ribbon shot up from downstairs.
It extended from beneath Gunko's sleeve, passed through the kitchen, wound around the stairs, and headed straight upstairs. It then slipped beneath the door crack and finally stopped before Dimon.
Two seconds after the arrow ribbon appeared, the door burst open. Gunko entered the room carrying a plate of freshly cut fruit.
"No one?"
Expressionless, Gunko surveyed the room. She walked to the windowsill and examined it closely.
The window had been left open the whole time, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the sill. There were footprints on it.
The prints were tiny, neither the size of a human's nor those of a child.
Whether they could even be called footprints was questionable. Human shoes could not be round, either.
"Was it my imagination?" Gunko murmured softly. "Could they be... cat paw prints?"
After a while, she withdrew the arrow ribbon, shut the window, and turned to head downstairs.
Meanwhile.
On the villa's roof.
"Even the slightest sound from my transformation ending was noticed by her. Her senses are sharp." Dimon shook his head. Normal