The Heavenly Yaksha, Donquixote Doflamingo.
He was arguably the most vile of all the Warlords, and Freya was especially wary of him—or rather, afraid of him.
At several previous meetings, the Marine officers assigned to receive him had faced tremendous pressure, whether they were field officers or even flag officers.
"Buru buru buru!"
The Den Den Mushi's distinctive ringing sounded, and Freya couldn't help clenching her fists as she waited nervously.
River looked utterly casual, tapping his index finger against the desk.
"Not answering?"
He raised an eyebrow, waited a moment, then hung up the Den Den Mushi and dialed again.
"Buru buru buru!"
This time, the Den Den Mushi connected quickly.
"Marines, whatever you want, you'd better make it quick."
A cold, impatient voice came through.
Freya's heart trembled. She recognized Doflamingo's voice. At a previous meeting, she had once caught a glimpse of him from a distance, only to meet his gaze. At the time, her entire body had gone cold, and she hadn't dared move a muscle.
"Doflamingo."
Yet River still wore a smile as he spoke calmly.
"Oh? It's you?"
The chill vanished from his voice, replaced by a hint of surprise.
"If I'm not mistaken, this appears to be an internal Marine Den Den Mushi channel."
A trace of amusement entered Doflamingo's voice.
"That's right. I'm a Marine Headquarters Colonel now, responsible for summoning and managing you Warlords."
"I assume you've heard about the major events that have happened recently?"
River spoke with a faint smile.
"Interesting. Very interesting."
"Will you be presiding over the Warlord Conference?"
To Freya's surprise, Doflamingo actually laughed.
"I'll be there!"
Then the Den Den Mushi disconnected.
Freya stood there, completely stunned.
Since when had the vile Heavenly Yaksha become so agreeable? Or was the officer before her, wearing a