Tuski pulled a Den Den Mushi from his coat and handed it to Anita.
Anita answered at once. The only Den Den Mushi Tuski carried with him was Werther's.
"Werther, how have you—"
Anita stopped. The face the Den Den Mushi had taken on was not Werther's, but that of a man wearing sunglasses.
"Who are you? Why do you have Werther's Den Den Mushi?"
Anita's clear voice turned cold. Her golden hair began to float, giving off a glow.
It was the power of the Sun-Sun Fruit. Anita was no longer as weak as she had once been; her body had entered a period of rapid growth.
The force she suddenly radiated startled her father.
She could never have done that before. It seemed his daughter really had grown during her adventures with Werther.
The other end of the line fell silent for a moment. Then a man said gravely,
"Is that Miss Anita? We've met before. I'm Donquixote Doflamingo. Werther left me something to tell you."
At Werther's name, the force around Anita faded, but a dreadful feeling rose in her heart.
"Where is Werther? What happened to him? Why does he need you to tell me?"
The Den Den Mushi fell silent again.
At the King's Plateau in Dressrosa, Doflamingo's face showed no emotion, but his eyes behind his sunglasses had dimmed.
Werther was his ally. Though theirs had begun as an alliance, their long association had grown into a deep friendship.
Werther had helped him many times. Even after surpassing him in strength, he had never acted arrogant. Doffy had felt respected.
Doffy spoke in a heavy voice.
"Werther... may be dead."
After saying it, Doffy sighed and glanced at the gloves lying on the table beside him.
They were black, without a single decoration, yet