Hearing Ignis's words, the clever Stussy immediately realized that her greatest hidden secret had been exposed.
For some reason, fear flooded her entire being.
It was as though all the blood in her body had turned cold and frozen solid.
Instinctively, Stussy shifted her right foot back a little, as if trying to flee this place that filled her with an unknown terror.
Time seemed to stand still. In that instant, countless thoughts raced through Stussy's mind.
The backward step became a step forward.
With that step, Stussy seemed to shed a heavy burden, and her whole outlook suddenly became much clearer.
She had figured it out.
There was no way she could escape. Her fate had been sealed the moment she entered this place—or rather, the moment she entered the Witch's Banquet.
Instead of scaring herself, she might as well face it openly.
Of course, the main reason was that the two men before her bore her no ill will.
And knowing her secret meant they knew a great deal about her, as well as the original she had never met, whose memories she had largely inherited.
After that step, Stussy seemed to become the "Queen of the Pleasure District."
Hiding her anxiety and unease deep inside, she wore the smile that had won over countless people and approached Ignis, carrying her small handbag with a short white jacket draped over her shoulders.
Her attention focused on this mysterious man who seemed to be in charge.
Beneath his seemingly placid exterior lay explosive power.
His aura was restrained, yet it still carried a hint of terror.
As for the other young man, Salama, Stussy had already guessed his identity.
After all, he was the son of Bakkin Stussy and "Whitebeard," Edward Newgate.
She herself was a clone.
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