The next day, Sephiroth emerged from Robin's room... feeling thoroughly refreshed.
The Flower-Flower Fruit's techniques really did offer a hundred arts and a thousand delights.
She could create any body part anywhere she pleased.
And the sensations those limbs experienced could be shared with her own body...
The possibilities that opened up had stunned even the battle-hardened Sephiroth.
The problem was that Robin's stamina wasn't particularly impressive. Among people with any fighting ability, she ranked near the bottom.
Besides, once they bared everything to each other, he discovered that even her most intimate area was fair-skinned.
That sight had given Sephiroth a straight-up buff. She wouldn't be getting out of bed today.
After arranging for a maid to look after her, Sephiroth connected to Babylon's central system through electromagnetic waves.
Three messages popped up-
[Minister of Foreign Affairs Reiju arrived today at 8:37. (Blue)] [Princess Bonney arrived today at 9:13. (Green)] [Former Marine Admiral Zephyr left the Marines with his subordinates. (Yellow)]
These were the new developments he needed to know about today. Anything else required him to look it up himself.
Red (military), yellow (intelligence), blue (domestic affairs), green (diplomacy).
Anything extremely urgent would be sent directly, without Sephiroth having to connect first.
-Zephyr, huh. Quite a temper. He moved fast.
Zephyr had enlisted at fourteen, in the same intake as Garp (eighteen), Sengoku (nineteen), and Tsuru (seventeen).
Those four went way back, but even that couldn't keep him around after something like this.
In 1513, when he was sixty-five, he had encountered Whitebeard II. Only two of the Marine cadets present had survived.
Only this year, in 1518, at seventy, had he emerged from that trauma. Carrying an even deeper hatred, he had accepted a mechanical arm modification and returned to the front lines.
His formation