[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The mountains as far as the eye can see gradually turn white, the sky is slightly brighter, and the fine purple clouds spread out and float lightly on the sky.

Doflamingo had woken up long ago and was listening to her adoptive mother and the old man chatting, and he understood the whole story as if he were listening to a story.

The Holy See of this country colluded with the king to fabricate an unfounded crime and put it on the head of some grand duke. They burned the grand duke to death for heresy and pissed off the grand duchess who had been suffering from physical ailments because of her advanced age. The head maid escaped with the girl and her biological son, adopted her, and planned to take her back to her remote hometown to live a peaceful life.

Doflamingo, who was also the king, sneered mockingly, feeling quite disdainful.

No matter what his purpose, this king is too stupid.

A non-covenant country that has no money to join the World Government, and no better way to control the feudal kings under its control, forget it, just abandon the most powerful military fortress in its border area, and don't even understand the truth?

If only the old man like King Fanliku were half as easy to fool as this king, he would have taken his people back to Dressrosa.

If he really believed what the Holy See said about heresy and therefore sentenced the Archduke to be burned at the stake, that would be so stupid that he would not want to say more.

If you can get what you want by begging for mercy from the gods, then he can just build ten or eight churches and send those old guys from the World Government to hell. Why bother to get here now?

Oh, by the way, what do they say about themselves? The Son of God who broke his commandments? The lonely Tianyaksha?

Don't fart, who in this era would believe in fate. A new era dominated by the strong is coming soon. Only the victors are qualified to write history. Where will destiny go? Of course, what I say counts.

Doflamingo rolled over in the direction of Ilaria, and his feline instinct made him subconsciously press his two front paws alternately on her thighs. This angle of looking up was just right to see her delicate and childish face. The pressure from her legs woke the girl up from her deep sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

These eyes sparkled like the golden sand at the bottom of the stream, and were as clear as polished violet agate, always carrying a certain amount of mystery and affection. Even for just a moment when she is stared at by these eyes, people can't help but have the illusion that "she only has me in her heart."

When you realize that she is really staring at you, even the toughest tough guy will be stunned for a moment.

"Good morning."

The long-haired cat lying on her lap could not escape the laws of nature. Facing these eyes and this face, she recalled what happened a long, long time ago.

In the early years when the family was first established, even though the four family leaders worked conscientiously to form the first line of defense in the event of a fire, the young Doflamingo was still inevitably injured. For the arrogant boy, the unbearable pain was not the first priority. Being scratched by a stray bullet was undoubtedly a mockery of his weakness. The shame and anger were the most unacceptable to him.

Trebol, who returned to the stronghold, didn't even have time to wipe his nose and took out the medicine box to help him bandage the wound on his leg, but was kicked out by his unquestionable toughness. Diamanti shook her head and lamented that this was not possible, and asked Vergo and Pica to have a heart-to-heart talk with Dove. She was also worried that if she offended Doflamingo, the relationship with him would be in trouble.

He casually tilted his head and accidentally saw the burgundy color hidden in the night outside the window.

Isn't there a more suitable candidate than them? A door-to-door product with unknown origins that no one cares about, let her try it, even if something goes wrong, it will be nothing.

"Stop playing with snot now, I have an idea."

Trebol, who was gesturing at the door, turned around and stopped Vergo who was about to open the door.

"Wait a minute, Vergo."

"Na na na? What a good idea? Come on, tell me. Come on."

The result of the discussion was that Dini took the hot potato from Trebol's hand, but she didn't realize that she was being plotted, and she still looked innocent and smiling.

"Right now Dover can only rely on you. You must cure him."

"That's right, Dover said he would only agree to treatment if you came."

"Dover's life depends on you."

When it was Vergo's turn to speak, he listened to the increasingly bizarre remarks from Diamanti to Pica, and chose to join without any struggle.

"Yes, please."

The girl nodded to the four people who surrounded her. She looked a little nervous, her hands hanging by her sides pinched the hem of her skirt and rubbed it nervously, but she was also uncontrollably excited because of this sense of mission.

"Don't worry, I will definitely rescue Dover!"

The moment she turned her back to them, she forgot about those playful looks waiting to see the excitement. She pressed the door handle and tentatively opened the door.

The boy who was still angry with his legs heard the door creak open and shouted impatiently towards the source of the sound without raising his head.

"You said you don't need treatment anymore, and you don't even listen to me?"

It was quiet in the room, and the dilapidated wooden floor complained angrily every time it was stepped on. The footsteps were already very light. If it was Trebol or Diamanti's group of rough men who came in, the room would be filled with a tooth-breaking squeezing sound.

Doflamingo noticed something strange and turned his head to look over. He was originally sitting on a wooden box used to hold wine, with his legs bent and using the moonlight to check his wounds. Now he was also using the brightness of the full moon, waiting for it to shine. The comer who is bright and ignorant.

"Tonight is a rare full moon. Are you interested in watching the moon with me?"

The girl who appeared from the shadows walked over with her hands behind her back and a smile on her face.

Doflamingo moved his lips, as if he was speechless at this inappropriate suggestion. Although he was still looking at Dini who was getting closer, he did not say anything.

“‘Who wants to spend time watching that shit with you,’ is that what you meant to say?”

She purposely raised her voice to imitate his usual speaking voice. There is no obvious gender distinction between young children's voices, but in her case, they were actually somewhat similar.

Scolding her with his gaze, Doflamingo taunted her in a strangely long tone.

"You just need to know what you're talking about."

Before he finished speaking, he watched helplessly as Dini took out a medical box from somewhere, picked it up with both hands and shook the big box hidden behind her skirt towards him.

"In that case, let's change our activities. What do you think of the option of bandaging the wound?"

Before he could speak, Dini added another sentence.

"The same order will not take effect on me. I am not a member of your family."

Doflamingo clicked his tongue, but showed no objection to her suggestion, and let her inch closer to him. Watching her deftly take out the alcohol and bandages from the medical kit, and then stretched out her hand to move his legs over.

"I'm not disabled to that extent. I can put my legs down on my own."

Rejecting Dini's kindness, he hesitantly put his legs flat, moved sideways pretending to be relaxed, and bent his legs to hang on the edge of the wooden box.

Under his slightly nervous gaze, the red-haired girl gathered her skirt in front of her and slowly squatted down, holding up his injured right leg to help him disinfect it.

The hem of her skirt was still inevitably stained by the dust on the floor, but it did not attract her attention. She focused on Doflamingo's wounds and carefully cleaned his wounds. His movements were so solemn that he didn't look like he was bandaging someone, but more like he was appraising antiques or cutting jewelry. It was the kind of concentration one would have when dealing with extremely rare things.

The burning sensation of alcohol seeping into the wound was hard to ignore, but the boy did not make any cry of pain. In addition to the pain, there was also a slightly cool touch on his leg that was lower than the temperature of his skin. It was the body temperature of another person.

The ice is cold, smooth and delicate, just like the agate and jade tied around my mother's neck. This is how the clear jade feels to the touch. No matter how hot the afternoon is, all the worries will be washed away with just a touch.

"One more bandage should be enough."

Doflamingo's eyes fell on Dini's hand holding his calf, and he raised his leg uncomfortably.

The girl squatting in front of him suddenly lost weight in her hands. She held down his legs in a funny way and raised her eyes to "warn" him.

"Any movement will cause the wound to open. Maybe you want to disinfect it again?"

"Okay, okay, I can't move at all."

The boy who obediently put his legs back down bowed his head and met her shining eyes in the dark night, and he could no longer take his attention away.

The cool soft feeling on his legs was still there, but when it was transmitted back to his mind, it was reflected as another existence.

Without warning, he leaned forward and put his hand towards Dini's face.

Will these eyes also feel like gems?

Doflamingo failed to get an answer. The girl who was looking up to him lowered her head again and helped him wrap the last bandage. The indescribable feeling of loss caused his hand that was pressing on the wooden box to clenched into a fist, and because of the relaxation of his gaze with her, his whole body fell into a strange emotional tug.

Dini, who was lowering her head, didn't notice his little movements. She wrapped the bandage a little unfamiliarly and raised her eyes to ask him for credit with a smile.

"It can handle the wound without losing face in front of others. My proposal is very good."

"What nonsense? It's just you pestering me to waste my time."

Dini was not upset at being refuted by him. She held her face in her hands and continued to squat on the ground and look up at him.

"So I really can't invite you to look at the moon?"

The moonlight clearly illuminated the hope in her eyes, and Doflamingo turned his head to avoid her sight, burying his emotions in the moonlit night.

"For the sake of your sincerity, I will reluctantly agree to you this time."

The red-haired girl stood up quickly, sat down on his left side, turned around and put her arms on the window sill to look out. The wine box that can accommodate an adult can accommodate two children, but the distance is too close to avoid skin contact. When she turns sideways, Doflamingo can even smell the moisture of the grass coming from her body.

After just one glance at the sky, Dini turned her head to look at him.

"You can't see anything through such a narrow window. No wonder you think I'm wasting my time."

The left side of her face was illuminated by the moonlight, and her smile reflected in other people's eyes was far brighter than the stars and the moon. Dini stretched out her hand to her protagonist and sent out the last invitation of the night.

"Your vision shouldn't be trapped under these tiles, Dover, come with me to a wider stage."

The hand he failed to reach out was finally taken advantage of by her.

Doflamingo agreed to the invitation and also made a request that he would praise himself every time he thought about it.

"Hey, I can go out with you, but I have something to say first."

Dini, who was still holding out her hand waiting for his consent, tilted her head in confusion.

"There is no need to worry about your family members. I feel that they are no longer nearby."

"Forget about worrying."

Doflamingo jumped off the box, his injured right leg softened, and he staggered. He immediately straightened up, pretending that nothing happened.

The little boy with short blond hair had a serious face and straightened his clothes. The sunglasses that were always with him flashed a red light with the movement.

"You must obey my orders from now on, do you understand?"

After saying this, he held his clothes with trembling hands behind his back, waiting for the answer to the question.

One second, two seconds, time is still passing. Except for the heartbeat that makes no one restless, there is a moon-like silence in the room.

Just when a vein popped up on his forehead and he was about to question her, Dini suddenly came back to her senses, covered her face with one hand and laughed.

To this day, Doflamingo can still repeat her answer word for word.

"Then please give me an extra chair, 'Young Master'."

Although the next morning Siseki questioned Doflamingo about the wooden stool that suddenly appeared next to the dining table, including "Dover, where did you find such a fancy chair?" "Such a small one, It's for Vergo." "Hahahahaha, it's so cute, it suits you very well, Vergo." and so on.

However, after seeing the red-haired girl saying good morning to them and sitting on the chair very naturally, the voices in the room teasing Vergo stopped abruptly.

From that day on, there was a petite red-haired figure in the Don Quixote family that swaggered through the streets. She would never take the initiative, but as long as she was present, no matter how dangerous the situation was, she could turn it into a disaster. The voices questioning her never really stopped, but until she lived in a minaret built on the highlands, no one could shake her status.

It may sound contradictory to join the family but wander on the border, but Doflamingo doesn't think so. Without her constantly injecting new blood into the family, the world would be boring.

When she did leave, Doflamingo seemed insensitive to the point of being heartless. Don't hold a funeral for her, take her body with you, don't allow anyone to say her name, erase all traces of her in the world, just pretend that she didn't come through this.

Just when everyone thought that such a beautiful woman would end up in a miserable state, Doflamingo would get angry for no reason at the large bush of red roses on the roadside, and issued several warnings prohibiting the planting of rose flowers. make.

Another example is that he took over many transactions of human organs by relying on his identity as a middleman in the dark world. What is he looking for in these transactions that he once only regarded as petty profits? In fact, everyone knows it, but no one dares to mention it.

The black doctors and researchers he supported who liked to conduct experiments on living people were paid a lot of money, but every time he came to inspect the results, they turned pale with fear and tremblingly handed him the report of the latest cloning experiment. Then he closed his eyes and prayed that he wouldn't be the one killed this time.

You see, how ironic and ridiculous it is that people who kill innocent people indiscriminately are afraid of being minced. But Doflamingo couldn't laugh. His gloomy smile had nothing to do with laughter at all. He would eliminate the useless people with a flick of his finger and leave with a painless "Keep up the good work." Institute.

What has happened will not change, but it can be twisted into chains to seize his soul in his dreams. Those nightmares force him to face the pale facts, like a slap in the face, waking him up from the false reality and standing beside him. She laughed at him, "Do you really think you have everything now? Wake up, you have nothing."

When he woke up from the dream, Doflamingo was back to his usual surly self, and no one could guess what was going on in his heart.

A quagmire, a dry well, a dying white dwarf star.

The wind whipped the waves against the side of the ship. Doflamingo came back to his senses and became bored with this dream for no reason. Fortunately, the ship was about to dock. He vaguely felt that it was time to wake up from this dream. He jumped off the girl's lap and walked out of the cabin ignoring her questions.

The clouds in the sky are burning red, and the sea water under the feet is covered with golden waves. It is a beautiful sunrise scene. The pink long-haired cat looks towards the other shore under the rising sun, like the morning glow falling on a boat.

The girl pulled her hood and walked out. Just as she was about to hug him back, she heard the old knight who had been at the bow of the ship shout loudly and at the same time drive the ship in another direction.

"Your Highness, go back quickly! Don't come out!"

The ship's hull shook violently due to this sharp turn, and the girl named Ilaria couldn't stand still and fell to the deck. Her adoptive mother was still on the bow of the boat helping the old knight to turn. Her brother hurriedly ran back and helped her up as he passed by her. Before she could say anything more, she rushed into the cabin to pack her things. Doflamingo on the side came over and used his claws. He held down her trembling thin body and gave her some strength to stand up.

The girl clutched her burqa tightly and hurriedly ran to the cabin.

A flaming arrow passed by her ear and shot straight into the wooden board of the door frame. The feathers of the arrow were tied with a circle of lime-gray cotton strips. The cat at her feet impatiently grabbed the corner of her clothes and pulled her aside. , whimpering in his throat, wanting her to stay away from the cabin.

The long-haired cat's eyes were fixed on the arrow inserted into the door panel. For the first time, he was so angry at the fact that he was a cat.

Some anxious girls calmed him down in a good-natured way.

"Stop making trouble now, I'm going to collect it."

The feline's slender pupils reflected the fire that was engulfing her from behind.

"Boom!"

The small boat was instantly lifted high by the air flow stirred up by the explosion, and then broke into pieces and crashed into the water. The things carried in the boat were scattered on the sea. The firelight illuminated a corner of the vast sea, and the broken wooden boards continued to bounce sparks. The remains of a black top hat and a broken suitcase went along the ocean current, bumping into an old photo that was about to sink, and passed by helplessly. it.

The photo was of a red-haired girl and her parents. It had been kept in someone's arms like a treasure. In this case, it was just wet, without any trace of burning.

When the flames on the hull were almost extinguished, a sailboat with a cross flag sailed from the shore and dropped several search and rescue nets. Three or four sailors jumped from the ship into the sea and started searching. Sailors continued to come up and alternate with their companions. It can be seen that he came prepared.

"My Lord! Found her in the water!"

"Amen, amen, I caught it so quickly."

"Quick! Go tell Father Black."

The leading sailor took over the unconscious girl. Her hood fell back because it was filled with seawater, failing to block her appearance. Even though her hair was still dripping with ink, it could no longer be concealed from others, revealing her original burgundy hair color.

"Why is there a little boy here? Do you want to take him back too?"

The sailor who was carrying the girl to the cabin didn't even look back and rejected him impatiently.

"God didn't tell me to save other people, boys and girls, and throw them back into the sea."

The person who was talking about God a second ago had no mercy at all. The little sailor behind him was obviously used to this phenomenon, but he still couldn't bear it. While his companions were passing by him, laughing and talking, he said The black-haired boy, who was seriously injured in his arms, hid in an empty wine barrel, preparing to release him when he reached the shore.

If God really wanted to save him, he would definitely survive.

The little sailor took out the cross from his clothes and recited something silently over and over again.

The sky is already bright, but the night has just fallen.