Long afterward, Ferdinand leaned back against the headboard, lit a post-coital cigarette, and smoked in silence.
As for Six, the girl who "liked to keep clean" had already gone to take a shower.
"I should contact Werther first." Ferdinand found the Den Den Mushi he used to call Werther and dialed, but no one answered.
"Looks like kidnapping a Dragon Person wasn't easy for him either. He didn't die, did he? With that rabbit around, he should be fine.
"Forget it. I'll contact Doflamingo and ask whether he managed to get Caesar Clown. If he did, the payoff will be enormous." Ferdinand picked up another Den Den Mushi and called Donquixote Doflamingo.
Meanwhile, Werther was fast asleep on the floor of his bedroom.
On the large bed beside him lay a little girl and a plump rabbit.
Werther hadn't chosen to sleep on the floor, nor was he avoiding the bed because a minor was in it. After locking down the ship, he had simply been too weak.
He hadn't even had the strength to climb onto the bed. The Den Den Mushi that had rung earlier stood no chance of waking him.
Both his body and his mind desperately needed rest.
A day later, Werther's foot twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hm? Where am I?" Werther had once again woken up unable to remember who he was.
It was a strange problem. It happened whenever Werther rested for a long time after being badly injured, but never at any other time.
After a while, his memories returned. He shook his head and stretched.
He had slept in one position for so long that his joints cracked and popped as he moved.
Then Werther sensed something odd. There seemed to be something new in his mind, perhaps some