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Along a commercial street in Dressrosa, **Viola—known within the Donquixote Pirates as Violet—**walked lightly beside Giolla, the user of the Art-Art Fruit.
The two women strolled side by side, occasionally pausing to browse the stalls and clothing shops lining the street.
They were both members of Trebol's special ability user unit, alongside Sugar.
Sugar, however, was constantly guarded by Trebol and kept hidden from public view. As a result, Violet and Giolla were the ones responsible for patrolling the streets outside.
"Ohohoho~ Violet-chan~ Look at this dress! How do I look?"
Although Giolla was advanced in age, she possessed the heart of a young girl. Despite her plump figure and bizarre sense of fashion, she was astonishingly narcissistic.
She often convinced herself that any remark directed toward her was praise for her unparalleled beauty.
"It's beautiful~" Violet replied politely, covering her mouth with a delicate hand.
Her tone remained smooth and pleasant—even though the words were completely against her will.
"Boss, pack this up for me!"
"Yes, yes!"
The middle-aged shopkeeper—who clearly looked like someone used to being pushed around—immediately bowed and hurriedly wrapped the clothes Giolla had chosen.
Giolla's mouth curled into a grotesque grin as she waved for Violet to follow her.
"Let's go, Violet-chan~ Time to patrol the harbor."
"Okay~"
Violet quickly followed after her.
As for paying with Berries?
Don't be ridiculous.
They were pirates now. Why would pirates waste their own money?
The Donquixote Family wasn't some childish group pretending to be pirates.
After all—even Ace, who behaved quite politely, had a habit of leaving restaurants without paying a single Berry, happily enjoying free meals everywhere he went.
(Only after Sabo's "death" did he begin learning etiquette from Makino—to set a better example for Luffy.)
Just as the two women stepped out of the clothing shop and walked a few paces down the street—
A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly flashed.
"How could—"
⚡El Thor (God's Judgment)⚡
Under the overwhelming brightness, both Giolla and Violet instinctively shut their eyes.
Violet was hit especially hard. Because of the Glare-Glare Fruit, intense light was the one thing her eyes feared the most.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sizzle— Sizzle—
"What is ha—"
Bodies collapsed one after another.
The crackling of electricity filled the street, mingling with Giolla's painful screams.
James chuckled lightly as he raised his hand.
With a casual motion, he extracted the Art-Art Fruit ability from Giolla.
Considering the strange resilience people possessed in this world—where even the gravely wounded sometimes crawled back from the brink of death—
He thoughtfully ensured the job was finished.
A precise bolt of lightning pierced Giolla's abdomen.
There would be no miraculous survival today.
With a flick of his hand, James tossed her corpse into a nearby alley. Meanwhile, the Art-Art Fruit's power was stored among the collection of Devil Fruits he kept in his personal storage.
The ability was quite interesting.
The Art-Art Fruit allowed imagination itself to manifest.
The user could release a transparent, smoke-like substance from their palms or head. Anything touched by it would transform into a piece of "art" according to the user's imagination.
Its upper limit was extremely high—but only someone with genuine artistic talent could fully unleash its potential.
Fortunately, James already had the perfect candidate.
One of his Divine Concubines had yet to eat a Devil Fruit.
Marianne — also known as Goldenweek.
Capturing Violet
James extended his hand toward Violet's slender forearm.
He intended to abduct her directly.
He could have knocked her unconscious—but where would the fun be in that?
Part of him wanted to see Violet's frightened, tearful expression.
At that moment, Violet began to recover from the dazzling light.
Rubbing her eyes in confusion, she looked up—
And froze.
The once lively Lovers' Avenue had fallen silent.
Only James stood before her.
Giolla had vanished completely.
The only sign of her fate was the faint blood staining the ground where she had stood moments earlier.
Behind them, several civilians lay unconscious—victims of the overwhelming pressure released by James's Conqueror's Haki.
Violet's heart pounded.
Seeing James's hand reaching toward her, she quickly retreated in alarm.
"What are you trying to—"
But she never finished the sentence.
Her speed was nothing compared to James.
In the blink of an eye, his hand caught hers.
With a slight twist of force, her delicate wrists were pulled behind her back.
The posture forced her slender waist to arch forward, revealing her cleavage.
Violet wore a pink-and-red dress similar to the one she first appeared in. A small pink flower decorated her hair.
Her body possessed a devilish charm—long legs, a slender waist, and graceful curves that seemed almost unreal.
Her long, wavy dark-brown hair flowed down to her waist.
From their close position, James could even catch the faint floral scent lingering in her hair.
Her light-brown eyes trembled slightly from the pain in her restrained hands.
It was an alluring and fragile sight.
Unfortunately for the world—
Only James could witness it.
"I didn't expect catching Violet to be this easy," he murmured.
Violet hurriedly cried out, her voice trembling.
"I've seen your bounty poster! You're God Emperor James, right? Please don't kill me—I won't resist!"
Her terror was genuine.
During the brief moment she turned around, her clairvoyance had already glimpsed Giolla's shattered body in the distance.
"Oh?" James smiled faintly. "So you recognized me. Good. I like obedient pretty girls the most."
Her words carried no deception.
James could easily tell.
Satisfied, he loosened his grip and slid an arm around her waist instead.
Then—
They shot into the sky.
If Violet had resisted, James would have enjoyed the struggle even more.
But she truly didn't resist.
In fact, fearing she might fall, she instinctively pressed closer to his chest.
The Signal
James casually scanned the island with his Observation Haki.
Then he selected an unfortunate target.
Dellinger.
Giolla's adopted "daughter."
Electricity gathered around his wrist.
Sizzle—
A brilliant bolt of lightning shot upward into the sky—
Then descended toward the harbor where Dellinger was eating with several subordinates.
The massive lightning pillar slammed down like a colossal spear.
It pierced the ground without resistance, engulfing Dellinger and the surrounding pirates instantly.
BOOM!!!
First came the flash.
Then the thunderous explosion.
The lightning struck dangerously close to the sea. After piercing the ground, it detonated beneath the water, sending a scorching wave crashing toward the harbor.
Within seconds, chaos erupted.
Screams echoed everywhere.
Even though Dellinger was half Fish-Man—
There was no surviving that attack.
Not at his current age.
The War Begins
Five thousand meters above Dressrosa—
The soldiers of the Divine Kingdom saw the lightning.
Their eyes lit up instantly.
Robin raised her hand calmly.
"Move out. Attack Dressrosa."
"OHHH—!"
"For God-sama!"
"For His Majesty!"
"Attack!"
The invasion had begun.
Character Note — Violet
Former princess of Dressrosa and Rebecca's aunt.
A dancer with an incredibly alluring figure and a nice tan.
And someone who could bring the protagonist… many pleasant nights.
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