Back at the quiet yet heavily guarded noble villa, two beautiful young figures waited beneath the soft lights of the main hall.
Boer stepped inside, swept his gaze over them, and could not help curling his lips in amusement. Nami wore a plain white short-sleeved shirt and faded old jeans-apparently clothes she had brought from home. They were out of place amid the villa's luxury, yet made her unadorned freshness and stubbornness stand out all the more.
She clutched the Lead Box containing the Devil Fruit to her chest, her fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of its lid. Her head was lowered, her long orange hair hanging down to hide most of her face, obscuring her expression.
Carina, beside her, presented an entirely different style. She wore a daringly designed black bodysuit, its soft fabric hugging her budding curves, with broad expanses of fair skin exposed at the neckline and back.
White, lace-trimmed stockings with openwork patterns covered her long legs, shimmering hazily beneath the lights. Her long blue hair cascaded down her smooth back. Her youthful body and deliberately mature attire combined into a dangerous, alluring charm that set hearts racing. She had clearly prepared carefully. A faint blush still colored her cheeks, and her eyes held a little shyness as she tried hard to make them sparkle boldly.
"So," Boer said as he approached, his resonant voice breaking the silence with a hint of teasing, "did the two adorable young ladies who summoned me back so urgently have some important instructions for me?"
At his voice, Nami trembled almost imperceptibly. She lowered her head further and pressed her lips together, seemingly unsure how to begin. She hugged the Lead Box tighter, as though it were her only piece of driftwood.
Carina took a deep breath as if