Rebecca stared in shock at the scene that had suddenly unfolded before her.
"Mr. Soldier, what happened? Who is this man?"
"Don't! Run, Rebecca! Don't look back!"
Kyros recognized Werther. He had heard of this bloodthirsty Great Swordsman, and he had also heard that Werther was working with Doflamingo.
Of course, Rebecca would not run away so easily. Instead, she raised her sword.
"Mr. Soldier, I'm strong now too. I can protect you."
Rebecca stood in front of Kyros with her sword raised. The sight left him both anxious and proud.
His daughter was only sixteen, but her difficult life had made her more mature than other children her age.
"There's no need to run. If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead."
Werther leaped lightly from the roof of the Wooden House and landed on the ground.
"I knew about it before, but seeing a girl in her teens with a figure like yours is still a surprise. What did you eat growing up?
I have a friend who's always been troubled by her childlike figure. Maybe you could help her out."
Werther had not come to fight Rebecca. If he wanted a fight, he would have gone looking for the Marines or one of the Four Emperors, not Rebecca. He did not particularly enjoy picking on weaklings.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?"
Rebecca watched Werther warily. Mr. Soldier's reaction just now weighed heavily on her mind.
"Who am I? Hmm, you can call me Werther.
But considering your situation and what you've been through, I doubt you'll want to call me by name. So call me the Thunder Swordsman. A lot of people do."
Rebecca barely reacted to the name Werther, but when she heard the title Thunder Swordsman, she instinctively took