Keeping Her Golden Short Hair

The woman was tall and slender, like an upright white poplar, giving off a fresh, ethereal air. Her short golden hair shone like sunlight, drifting gently in the breeze as though dancing to a cheerful melody.

She wore a yellow hat, with several strands of golden hair spilling out from beneath its brim. They complemented her hair perfectly, making her look especially radiant. Her lemon-slice earrings added a touch of playfulness and charm.

She wore a short yellow dress patterned with lemon slices. Its hem swayed gently with her steps, like flowers blooming in summer and giving off an alluring fragrance. Paired with white high heels, it made her legs look even more slender while highlighting her elegant temperament.

She wore white gloves on her hands, delicate and smooth as finely crafted works of art. She held up an umbrella with yellow-and-blue striped patterns, shielding herself from the blazing sun while adding a distinctive flair to her overall appearance.

Her face was like exquisite porcelain, delicate and smooth, her features as refined as a painting. Her eyes resembled deep lakes, clear and bright, with the corners slightly raised in a faint smile. Her lips were lightly tinted with lipstick, enticing as cherries, and a smile always rested at the corners of her mouth, making people feel as if warmed by a spring breeze.

Judging by her appearance, she was undoubtedly a sweet girl, as lovable as the girl next door. Yet once she started fighting, she displayed an entirely different side.

Moke recognized the pair with just one glance. They were the senior agents of Baroque Works—Mr. 5 and Miss Valentine. Behind them followed Mr. 7, Miss Father's Day, Mr. 8, Miss Monday, and Mr. 11.

As if drawn by a magnet, Moke's gaze landed directly on the sword in