Seeing this, Werther flashed behind Monet. Lightning flickered around his index finger as he pressed it against her back.
"Lightning Thorn: Nerve Paralysis."
A current surged into Monet's body, but instead of collapsing as Werther had expected, she let out a piercing scream.
Werther's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Lightning to be able to hurt her.
Just as he was about to attack again, Monet crumpled to the floor.
Werther stayed where he was rather than approaching her. After a while, he heard her groan softly, then watched her struggle to sit up.
"Who are you?"
At the sound of his voice behind her, Monet stiffened. After a few seconds, she turned around.
When she saw Werther standing there completely naked, her expression turned awkward, and she began to stammer.
"Y-you... Why are you here? I... you... um..."
Werther realized he was naked too. He picked up his pants and put them on, then pulled a blanket off the bed and tossed it to Monet.
"Looks like you've come to your senses. Do you remember what happened?"
Monet still looked uncomfortable, but she answered him.
"I only remember soaking in the Hot Spring. Then I suddenly lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I was here. You didn't do anything to me, did you?"
With that, Monet began making a show of checking her body beneath the blanket.
"You were probably controlled by a Devil Fruit User. Whoever it was could also enter your body and speak to me through you.
"I'm curious what kind of Devil Fruit ability that is.
"From what I heard earlier, you're conscious again now. That means you don't have to be used as a blood sacrifice."
Monet looked up in confusion.
"A blood sacrifice? What blood sacrifice?"
Werther picked up his Dragon Hide