Nico Robin, dressed in a one-piece sweater and black stockings with high heels, slowly entered the study. She thoughtfully bent down first and lit the fireplace.
Leo did not so much as glance at her pear-shaped figure. Instead, he eagerly went to the desk and began carefully considering what he should write.
After Nico Robin tossed several logs into the fireplace and watched the flames gradually rise, she straightened up and gave a long, luxuriant stretch.
But when she turned her gaze and found that Leo had not looked her way at all, she could not help feeling a little disappointed.
With light, catlike steps, she went over to Leo's side, took a notebook from the desk, picked up a fountain pen, and sat down in the seat beside him.
Her long black-stockinged legs crossed from left to right, then folded into a crossed-leg pose. Ever since someone had noticed that Leo liked letting his gaze linger over Kalifa's long stocking-clad legs, word had somehow spread that Leo liked stockings.
Thus, wearing stockings became a special hobby among the young women of the Revolutionary Army, as well as a distinctive sight within the Revolutionary Army.
Who knew how many men secretly gave Leo a thumbs-up and praised him for his boundless merit.
Yet now, faced with his "favorite" stockings, he did not spare them a single glance. His entire focus was utterly absorbed by the book before him.
Clearly, this matter was extremely important to him. Based on Robin's past experience, it was likely a decision that could have a major impact on the other members of the Revolutionary Army.
And now that the Revolutionary Army had replaced the World Government as a world-class regime, his actions could very well affect the lives and deaths of countless people.
Robin slightly