Thud.
Werther drained the juice in his hand, then set the glass down on the table.
Doflamingo looked up from his newspaper at the sound. Werther had returned to the Villa District, and something seemed off about his expression.
"What's wrong, Werther? If anyone in Dressrosa dared offend you, we'll kill him. Though with your strength, I doubt you need my help. Fuffuffuffuffu."
Werther sprawled back on the living room sofa and let out a breath.
"Don't ask. I was in a good mood today, but the moment I went out, someone tried to assassinate me."
Doflamingo's smile vanished. His face darkened.
"Who dared try to assassinate you on my turf?"
Sugar stopped eating her grapes and pricked up her ears.
She had always lived under the Donquixote Family's protection. Assassinations were the stuff of stories to her, so her curiosity was piqued.
"A formidable Assassin. She nearly killed me. Hehehe, what a thrill. If I'd reacted one second slower, she might have put a hole in my head."
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes behind his Sunglasses. Werther's words had caught his attention.
"An Assassin who nearly killed you? There can't be many people like that. Is she dead?"
“Dead. She was a Devil Fruit User, though I'm not sure what fruit she had. She blocked Observation Haki completely. I couldn't sense a trace of her until the instant she attacked. If I hadn't reacted fast enough, Absolute would have gotten me.”
"Anyway, she's dead, so none of that matters now. I have to say, though, she was a beautiful woman. What a shame."
With that, Werther lay back on the Sofa, said no more, and closed his eyes to rest.
Seeing this, Doflamingo let the matter drop.
Faint footsteps came from the far end of the Villa's living room. A