Like a bashful young girl, Monet buried her face in Sephiroth's chest.
The reassuring aura surrounding the Great Angel really did make her feel very comfortable.
She had never been particularly averse to Sephiroth. In fact, she rather liked him. He was the Great Angel everyone adored, after all.
That only made the conflict in her heart harder to untangle.
Eight years ago, in 1509, the young master had saved her and her younger sister Sugar. Afterward, joining the Donquixote Family had been a natural next step.
As one of Doflamingo's most loyal subordinates, Monet was prepared to die for the young master. In her heart, he alone deserved the title of Pirate King.
The young master had done so much for her, and Monet would give him everything she had without reservation.
"Monet... is something troubling you?"
Yielding to the momentum as Monet threw herself into his arms, Sephiroth held her and took a few steps backward.
He settled onto the couch, and a pleasant, girlish scent drifted up from the woman in his arms.
"Oh my... what makes you think that?" Monet said with a smile. "I'm just a little nervous, being a complete beginner with no experience."
Sephiroth considered it. He really did feel something for this snow woman... calling it heartache would have been too sentimental.
But overall, it was a similar feeling of tenderness.
Doflamingo did trust and appreciate Monet to some extent.
Yet behind that trust lay far more control and exploitation. Otherwise, she would never have ended up looking like a bird in the future.
Then he made some fine adjustments to his own bioelectric field.
-Consider it a way to make her first experience a little better.
That was what Sephiroth thought.
Ever since acquiring the medical knowledge of Crocus, an expert