"Don't rush. Confirm their identities first."
Dimon stopped Roger.
Quite a few people had gathered in the garden, and he spotted several familiar faces.
The king of Alabasta, Nefertari Cobra, and his wife, Nefertari Titi.
Standing beside the two of them was their captain of the guard, Igaram.
His gaze shifted toward the other side.
A middle-aged man stood with two young girls, with a guard following behind them.
"Kyros?"
Dimon raised an eyebrow.
Kyros, the legendary gladiator of the Bullfighting Arena whom he had turned into a little demon.
It seemed he had been pardoned by the king, promoted to army commander, and had come along to attend the Reverie.
Is that King Riku? He looks pretty young. Dimon thought, quietly sizing up the two girls as well.
These two were probably princesses.
One was the eldest princess, Scarlet, Rebecca's mother.
The other was the second princess, Violet, the dancer who had been especially skilled at dancing in the original story.
Violet looked to be only around ten. While her father was busy socializing, she held both hands in an "OK" gesture, peering through the circles with curious eyes as she looked around.
She happened to spot the three toys hiding in the corner and immediately jumped in fright.
"Ah—!"
"What is it, Violet?" The eldest princess, Scarlet, turned around and looked at her sister with concern.
Kyros immediately gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and followed Violet's gaze, his expression wary.
King Riku stopped talking with the others and turned to his youngest daughter.
"What's wrong... Are you feeling unwell?"
"N-No, it's nothing, Father, Sister. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me!"
Violet's heart pounded wildly in her chest.
She was a Paramecia User of the Glint-Glint Fruit.
As long as she touched the