Charlotte Family's Son-in-Law

David's Revenge, captain's cabin.

Dawn twisted open the bottle cap with his slender fingers. With a soft pop, the icy liquid slid down his throat, bringing a refreshing chill.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, but his gaze passed through the noisy crowd and settled on Vivi, who was surrounded by the women. Today, the girl wore a pale blue off-the-shoulder gown, its hem embroidered with delicate wave patterns that swayed softly with her movements.

"Vivi,"

Dawn took another gulp of cola, the carbonation bursting across his tongue.

"Do you know who Crocodile has by his side?"

Although he already knew some basic information, there was no harm in being cautious and asking in advance.

"As far as I know, the people around Crocodile are just those from Baroque Works..."

Hearing Dawn's question, Vivi's slender fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her dress. A thoughtful glint flashed through her clear eyes, and her long lashes fluttered like little fans. She did not hide anything, calmly telling him everything she knew and explaining Baroque Works' structure in detail.

Because Crocodile had taken a different path and chosen to rebel openly, this information was not exactly a secret.

Dawn nodded repeatedly as he listened, his fingertips tracing invisible arcs across the tabletop while he rapidly sorted through the information in his mind. What Vivi described largely matched what he already knew. It seemed Crocodile's core structure had not changed much.

He was about to end the topic and move on to discussing their next course of action when the girl suddenly clapped her hands, as though she had remembered something important.

"Oh, right! I remember now. Crocodile also has a man with three eyes by his side. I think his name was... Charlotte Carlson."

"Charlotte?"

That surname struck Dawn's nerves like a faint