Moke keenly noticed the change in Viola's expression, and an imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Then he swiftly made a subtle hand gesture, and his figure vanished into thin air like a ghost.
Viola, who had been immersed in her dance, felt her heart jolt. A slight flaw appeared in her originally graceful movements, but after following Doflamingo through decades of storms, she had long mastered the art of concealing herself and keeping her emotions off her face.
She lightly shifted her steps and continued dancing as though nothing had happened, as if that fleeting glimpse had been nothing more than an illusion.
Yet when the music ended, Viola still quietly left under some perfectly respectable pretext.
Alone, she moved through the bustling crowd with light yet resolute steps, seemingly fully confident in her destination. Before long, she arrived at a secluded, deserted corner—the place she had arranged to meet Moke.
Sure enough, Moke stood there silently, motionless as a statue. His deep, pool-like eyes stared into the distance as though they could see through everything in the world.
Clearly, he had been certain Viola would come... because he knew that someone as clever and cunning as her would never easily miss such a rare opportunity.
Viola gracefully performed a standard noble's bow toward Moke and softly said, "Honored sir, may I ask whether you have any particular instructions or requests for me today?"
It had to be said that those tempered by time and all the hardships of the world were indeed vastly different from those who had never experienced life's trials.
Look at the humility displayed by the woman before him—her body leaned slightly forward, her head lowered to just the right height, as though she fully understood that she stood before someone who