The Third Young Master of Don Quixote's House

Doflamingo dropped the red wine to the ground and collapsed heavily on the sofa.

When those eyes that looked very much like his mother's were staring at him with tears, he still felt soft.

"If I hadn't put down the gun, if I had pressed the button..." Doflamingo murmured.

If you really didn't put down the gun at that time...

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Hruby is not like other children, not at all.

He won't be shy like Rosie, nor will he keep calling "brother, brother" like Rosie.

But he would give me a glass of water when I was thirsty, and cover me with a quilt when I was cold - even though these are things that a slave should do.

He has been able to observe people's emotions since he was a child.

The elders would occasionally compare us brothers. Every time, I would mutter in a low voice, "After all, I am still a spoiled young master." In fact, I was still very proud in my heart - Saint Musgarud was not like this. Where is his younger brother! Musgard Saint can do nothing but bully Rossi, and then cry loudly after being beaten by him! Humph!

Every day I take Rosie and Helu out to see the scenery and eat delicious food. "This is how you behave like an elder brother. Dover is such a little man~" Mother always says this.

However, this happiness did not last long.My father believed that the Celestial Dragons and ordinary people were the same as human beings, and announced that he would give up the privileges of being a Celestial Dragon, so he took us out of the Holy Land of Mariejoia on his own initiative.

But because we lost our old privileges, those ignorant people vented their grievances on our family...

What a horrific memory, isn't it?

I thought Hrubi, who had the best face, would cry and then resent his father or something like that.

Surprisingly, he didn't.

What I remember most is the time I went out to steal bread with Rosie and was caught by a gang of gangsters.Those people beat me and Rosie half to death, fufufu.One of them picked up a stick and hit me on the head, and I really thought my life was over.

"Boom" was a loud sound.

But it didn't hit me, so I opened my eyes.It was Hrubi, he was the one who blocked the stick.Not surprisingly, he was also beaten that day.But I was quite curious, because he always seemed to stay out of things, so that day I walked towards him who was clumsily washing clothes by the river.

"Why?" What do you think he answered?

He opened his crimson eyes---they were very similar to Rosie's, but those eyes were like a gentle mother---and he said: "Because you are Dover."

Because you are Dover, I don’t need a reason to save you.

He never cried, at least not in my memory.

Including the death of my mother, including being tied to a high wall later.He never shed a tear. He was sad, but he never cried uncontrollably.

A true nobleman---I often heard Saint Rozwald say this about Hrubi when I was in the Holy Land.

Yes, a true nobleman.

He seemed to say something while being tied to the high wall.But I was too excited at the time and didn't hear it clearly, but it probably said something like "I would rather die miserably than cry in front of stupid people."

Later I shot my father and cut off his head.Rosie cried so hard, but he didn't. He put his hand on Rosie's shoulder, lowered his head and said nothing.He seemed to be six years old at the time.

Later, I brought my father's head back to Marigio, but I was seriously injured by those Celestial Dragons. After that, I left my hometown again angrily. Unwilling to do so, I formed the Don Quixote family, thinking that I would let Rosie Live a peaceful life with him---I expected that Rossi would leave, but I didn't expect that Hruby would escape first.

He left Rosie and me behind and left quietly.

I tried to look for him, but everyone who saw him said he was dead.I don't believe it. He would die if he cherished his life so much?

Sure enough, God allowed me to meet him 15 years later.But he was the first to leave and the last to join the family. What a bad boy, my dear brother.

I don't need him to support me or anything, at least I just want him and Rosie to be with me.

But when he stared at me with tear-filled eyes, I hesitated and put down the gun.

If I shoot, it won't be just Rosie who leaves me.

I thought he would prefer me as an older brother, but now it seems not.There are many things he likes, but what he hates most is probably his eldest brother killing all his family members with his own hands.

What a nuisance, Helu.

He has seen my cruel side, but he still came back. Is there any purpose?Is he also a Navy undercover agent?No.So why?For "family"?

I can't see through you, really.But you're really lucky and I don't want you to die.

If you ask why...

Because you are Heru, can I answer this?Like your answer before?