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His demands weren't high. For now, being able to grow beyond ten meters would be more than sufficient.
His dragon–human form already met that requirement, yet using it in combat never felt as satisfying as fighting in his human shape. After all, he had long since grown accustomed to that form—it was where his instincts were sharpest.
Without hesitation, his brainpower activated.
A few breaths later, his human body actually began to grow.
However, the change was incomplete. Only certain parts—like an arm—could expand, and the sensation was profoundly uncomfortable, almost wrong.
Still not enough.
Worse, this result depended heavily on perfect timing, location, and circumstance. It wasn't something he could rely on freely.
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
The pleasant chime of bells interrupted his thoughts.
Two angel maids approached, presenting a neatly folded camisole and a pink-and-white ultra-short pleated skirt.
"Alright, you two little darlings did well," James said warmly. "Once the search is complete, dress her in these."
He gently stroked their beautiful hair. The intimate gesture made their cheeks flush as they lowered their heads shyly beneath his large hand.
Every angel in the Divine Kingdom longed for James's favor.
Even a single smile from him was enough to keep them awake all night, hearts fluttering with joy.
Before long, Monet's external belongings had been completely removed.
And indeed—several suspicious objects were discovered.
"Your Majesty… these appear to be communicators," the angel maids reported, holding out a tray.
Buttons. Earrings.
Even the underwire of a bra.
James frowned slightly. So that's why I didn't notice them earlier. Not powered… clever.
As expected of someone assigned to espionage—her preparations had been thorough.
"Destroy them," he ordered calmly.
"Yes."
By then, Monet had already been dressed in her new clothes. The angel maids supported her upright, allowing her full beauty to be revealed.
James's eyes lit up.
Beautiful. Truly beautiful.
The camisole and short pleated skirt were merely accents. Monet herself was the real masterpiece. Even among his God Consorts, her figure ranked at the very top.
Her long, wavy grass-green hair shimmered softly, enhanced by a small decorative ornament added by the maids. Her thick, milk-bottle glasses—once sealing away her charm—had been removed, revealing golden-yellow eyes, unfocused yet still carrying a faint, lingering spirit.
She looked fragile now. Vulnerable.
The kind of weakness that stirred an instinctive desire to protect.
She stood tall, supported by the angel maids, her posture straight and elegant. Her legs were long, fair, and flawless—she didn't need Nojiko's help to remove melanin. Even beside Nami or Robin, she could compete effortlessly.
James felt quietly fortunate.
At this point in time, Monet had not yet been subjected to Trafalgar Law's grotesque modifications.
No strange bird legs. No disfigurement.
He had obtained her in perfect condition.
The only regret was the thin, translucent white silk stockings encasing her toes, hiding their true shape.
Still—time was on his side.
She was already in his grasp.
He had more than enough time to break her resistance and mold her into the obedience he desired.
Not only did Monet's figure rival Nami's—her face carried a similar cuteness as well, thankfully distinguished by her grass-green hair.
Once she officially became a Divine Concubine, he would introduce her to Nami properly. They could become very close sisters during their romantic nights with him.
A stray thought crossed his mind.
Is there a Human–Human Devil Fruit, Mythical Zoan: Elf Form in this world?
Monet—
No. Many of his God Consorts would suit that Fruit perfectly. It aligned far too well with his… personal tastes.
James gently took Monet from the angel maids, cradling her with ease. He carried her forward several steps and laid her down carefully on a soft couch.
Now came the next step.
He released a faint electric current, lightly stimulating her delicate body.
Her lashes fluttered.
A moment later, Monet's beautiful face trembled as awareness returned to her eyes.
James watched her confusion with amusement, then spoke teasingly:
"You're awake. The surgery was a success. You're a cute girl now."
"Huh?!"
His magnetic voice snapped her fully back to reality.
She tried to scramble away instinctively—only to realize her strength hadn't returned.
"S–Surgery?" Her heart jolted. "What did you do to me?!"
"Relax," James replied smoothly. "You were merely rescued. You're extremely safe now."
Monet froze.
'Didn't you knock me unconscious yourself, you bastard?!
You're the most dangerous thing here!'
Naturally, such thoughts never escaped her lips.
Instead, she quickly scanned her surroundings, realizing everything was unfamiliar.
"Who are you?" she demanded. "What do you want?"
"You," James answered instantly.
"Huh?"
"My name is James. I am the God of Skypiea. And to put it simply—your appearance perfectly meets the standards of my God Consorts. I've taken a liking to you, so I intend to take you from the Donquixote Family."
(PS: Never learn from James. He's this blunt because Monet can't escape. In real life, revealing your desire too early is a terrible idea. The consequences are… complicated.)
Monet's peculiar personality surfaced again. She shyly averted her gaze from his intense stare and murmured softly,
"Arigatō~"
Then—she snapped back to herself.
"No!" she protested quickly. "You can't do this! If you truly like me, you should respect my choice and let me continue serving the Young Master of the Donquixote Family!"
"Hm?" James chuckled. "Interesting~"
Seeing this reaction for the second time, he felt as though he'd discovered a hidden trigger—much like activating Baby 5 with the words I need you.
He dismissed her plea with a scoff.
If he respected everyone's choices, what would that make him?
A dog wagging its tail for approval?
"It's impossible for you to continue working for the Donquixote Family," he said calmly.
"In a few days, I'll ascend to Dressrosa myself and personally send Doflamingo to reunite with Donquixote Homing."
"If you submit to me, I can grant him a quick end."
"You—!" Monet glared. "In your dreams! The Young Master will become the Pirate King!"
James only smiled.
Anklet: A specially crafted Sea-Stone anklet fitted with bells.
Suppresses Devil Fruit abilities—and may have… very interesting uses.
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