[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

A carriage was galloping on a muddy road in the countryside. Every time the horse's hooves stepped into the puddle, a piece of mud mixed with the smell of grass splashed out.

While walking on such a bumpy road, the people in the car were calmly reading newspapers, and the delicate tea cups in their hands did not even shake. This unusual traveler used his gloves to read the text line by line, for fear of missing some important information.

[The storm is back again! The marriage partner of the Pansabene family is actually]

[Candice Pensabane, who is over seventy years old, attended the wedding of her eldest son. The scarf in her pocket implicitly signals the designated heir. Harbor Daily will explain the meaning behind the details for you]

[The relationship between brother and sister finally broke the ice! Lorenza Pensabene gave such a gift to her eldest brother]

At first glance, it seemed that they were all gimmicks to increase sales, but it turned out that there were hidden details that were difficult for outsiders to know. Ilarya flipped through the newspapers from the three newspapers in her hand and understood who had approved the publication of these things.

It must be her eldest brother who is very popular in the family. He recently married a young lady from an old aristocratic family to show off his appearance. He has "I am the next leader" written all over his body. Ilaria was blushing as she watched her two older brothers arguing at the wedding. She obediently pulled her married eldest sister aside to watch the show, adding a few words of irritation from time to time.

Ilaria closed the newspaper and put it on the small table, pressing it with a cup. The coachman's voice came from outside the curtain.

"We're already here, miss. Be careful there are puddles on the ground."

The child who was rolling hoops on the roadside saw a carriage parked at the gate of the courtyard, dropped his toys and ran quickly into the courtyard, shouting excitedly that a guest was coming. But at this moment, all the decent adults were holding wine barrels and clinking glasses, and the enthusiasm in the air covered up the dusty smell of the distant guests. Ilaria said goodbye to the coachman who had brought her here, picked up her suitcase and walked towards the courtyard.

When the person who came to greet her came to the door, the stranger was chatting naturally with several women wearing headscarves, talking about whose family he was a guest.

"Oh, I said you don't look like one of us here. You are from outside. Look at this skirt. It makes you as beautiful as an iris, my girl."

The woman with a red ribbon in her hair took Ilaria's hand affectionately and looked at her carefully.

The stranger's attire was not gorgeous, and even a little too simple. She wore a simple jasmine blue skirt with a light and milky white shawl on her shoulders. She did not wear any jewelry, just a black hooded hat. Wide-brimmed straw hat with ribbon. However, this appearance perfectly complements this mountain village that exudes a rustic atmosphere, as if the people were born from the soil and water here.

The woman saw the face under the hat of the distant guest and swallowed the previous sentence silently.

How could such a beautiful person be raised in their village?

The leader came up to take the box from Ilarya's hand, but she declined with a smile and said goodbye to several women. The child who had just gone to report the news ran back to the door, but did not pick up the iron ring. He was gnawing his fingers and looking at the stranger. Ilaria took off her hat like magic, took out two fruit candies and handed them to him, and entered the hospital with the child's milky cheers.

The young man who led her was so nervous that he walked beside her stiffly and straight. From time to time he wanted to turn his head to look at her, but he immediately turned back as if he was afraid of being discovered. His dark face turned red. , with a serious expression as if he was going to the battlefield.

Ilaria took the initiative to chat with him, lest this short distance of less than a hundred meters become the most unforgettable stretch of his life. They walked through the archway decorated with flowers while talking and walked towards the houses in the courtyard.

"My uncle is also a carpenter. The toys he made for me when I was a child are still very interesting to look at now. You must be like him, a thoughtful person."

"You're really over-praised, I'm not that great either."

After a few words, the young man was no longer as nervous as before. He told Ilaria that his name was Santos, that he was a carpenter in the village, and that he made the furniture for the groom’s family as well as the tables and chairs for the wedding.

But Santos was surprised by her identity.

"Are you Lan Nana's sister? This is the first time I've heard that she has a sister. I have no doubts about your identity or anything like that."

Santos waved his hands in a panic, fearing that he would make her dissatisfied. Ilaria's voice was still gentle, and she said: "It is true as you said, we have been separated since childhood, and I have been busy with business and have no time to take care of her in these years. Even for such a big matter as her marriage, I only It’s such an incompetent sister to rush here on the wedding day.”

The upright young man regretted that his unscrupulous words had made her sad, and he was thinking about what to say to comfort her. He only heard a burst of short and cheerful footsteps approaching, followed by the girl's joyful cheers and the man's helpless shouts. Come.

"Sister Leah——!"

"Run slowly Lan Nana, be careful not to fall."

Who knows how a bride wearing a wedding dress can run so fast with her skirt in hand. Ilaria put down her suitcase to catch the brown-haired girl who rushed over. Lannana held her waist and kept her chin on her chest, raising her head and asking: "Sister Lia, has it been a long time since she arrived? Damn it, I Just say that putting on makeup takes up too much time! I originally wanted to pick you up in person."

The woman who had been smiling stretched out her hand to smooth the brash bride's hair, wiped off the lipstick she had applied hastily on her face with her fingertips, and said warmly: "I just got off the car. But I couldn't see her right away. It is indeed a pity to see the most beautiful bride in the world.”

Lan Nana was indeed quite angry. She turned to the groom and made a face: "Did you hear that, you idiot Layani?"

"Okay, okay, who asked me to marry away the most beautiful bride in the world? It's my fault."

The groom was obviously used to this kind of situation. The young man, who looked much more stable than the bride, chatted with Ilarya for a while. Santos was asked by others to lift the table, and the groom was pulled by relatives to drink. Lana Na took Ilaria's arm and dragged her towards the center of the courtyard, chattering all the way.

She did not bring Ilaria into the banquet, but pulled her towards a middle-aged couple beside the arch under the eaves. When the couple heard Lannana's introduction to Ilariya, they first paused, and then showed expressions of relief and emotion.

Ilaria took off the straw hat on her head and put it on her chest, bowed deeply to the two of them, and said nothing more. The slightly wealthy woman helped her stand up, and her husband said in a deep voice: "The little girl who cried back then has grown into a big girl. Look at Lan Nana, she is still the same as a child."

The brown-haired girl retorted angrily: "What a kid, I'm getting married today! From now on, I will be a mature and reliable adult!"

The three "adults" beside her were all amused by her reaction. Ilarya put on her hat and started chatting with Lannana's parents.

To be precise, they are Lan Nana's adoptive parents.

Lan Nana is Ilaria's nominal sister. If Ilaria hadn't been implicated back then, she should have had a happy family. Ilaria took her and fled to this isolated mountain village. She refused the invitation of this kind family and left Lan Nana here alone, while she continued on the road to exile.

Over the years they had never broken off contact, and Lanana had never expressed an ounce of resentment toward Ilaria, the unfortunate girl clinging to her wholeheartedly like a fledgling. The more Lan Nana behaves like this, the more guilty people who feel guilty will feel. Ilarya tried every means to compensate her materially. This time Lan Nana got married, maybe outsiders couldn't see the secret of this wedding, but in fact Every foot of fabric, every piece of jewelry, and even the decorations that can be seen everywhere in the auditorium are good things that are rarely seen outside. Over the past ten years or so, the possessions and jewelry she had given to Lan Nana one after another were enough for their family to live a prosperous life for several lifetimes.

The kind-hearted girl was well-educated by her parents. Her beautiful little letters were full of sincerity and concern. She would not ask what "business" Ilaria was doing outside, but would He checked over and over again whether she was really safe, and persuaded Ilaria to simply go back and live a peaceful life with her, farming and picking tea, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

After the ceremony, the next step is for the guests to gather together to celebrate according to local customs. The thin woman sat at a table under the shade of a tree, away from the noisy crowd. She covered her face with one hand and watched them arm in arm singing and dancing in the courtyard, laughing and cheering for this great event. The May wind carried the fragrance of lemon blossoms. She took off her hat and put it aside. She closed her eyes quietly and tapped the table with her fingers regularly.

The sun in May is really strong, and the people gathered in the courtyard have their cheeks flushed by the heat. Their joy blends into the sunshine and spreads among the dancing crowd. The dense branches and leaves of the lemon tree snatched a corner of the courtyard away from the sun, including the woman under the tree who was still looking down in thought.

After a while she opened her eyes, smiled wryly and rubbed her temples.

Sure enough, she couldn't imagine the scene of living like them.

Ilaria's hands subconsciously touched her waist. She is currently controlling her medication dosage. She doesn't want to be an addict who has to swallow pills at her sister's wedding, and she also wants to protect her body that is riddled with holes as much as possible.

The method of using secret magic to extend her life was doomed from the beginning. Death is difficult for any force to resist. The tattoo is repairing her collapsed body every moment. The increasingly intense growing pains were like the ticking sound of a countdown, reminding Ilaria that she was destined not to live an ordinary life, nor did she have a long future.

While staring at the dancing young men and women in a daze, Santos, who had met Ilaria once before, walked up to her with a blushing face and wanted to invite her to dance. She looked slightly sideways and saw Santos's friends behind him. Cheering for him not far away.

Just as Ilaria was about to say something, she heard a huge commotion in the crowd. When Ilariya came back to her senses, she saw a familiar figure standing in the crowd, yelling something irritably.

The young man who was still waiting for her reply saw the person in front of him smiling apologetically, and then he stood up with his hat and walked to the center of the courtyard neatly.

"What's going on with this guy? He looks like a gangster from all angles. Someone should be found to kick him out."

The woman with the red ribbon was whispering to her friends and pointing at the suspicious man who suddenly appeared.

The tall man in a pink coat heard their gossip, and his expression became more and more ugly. He stood at the door with his pocket in his hands, looking around for something, and his whole figure seemed to be on the verge of bursting into anger.

Fortunately, the rescuers arrived in time.

"Sorry, please give way."

The woman wearing a straw hat walked through the crowd and walked over. Just when someone was wondering who she was, the woman who had talked to her earlier waved her hand, fearing that this beautiful girl would be targeted by this unknown man: "Okay. The girl will come back later, go back first."

Ilaria walked through the crowd and walked to the perpetrator. She explained to the watching woman with a guilty look on her face: "This is my male companion. He was tripped by something just now, so he came late."

Doflamingo, who didn't mind watching the excitement, no longer had a bad face at this moment. He put his hand on Ilaria's shoulder, confirming her statement.

"Oh, so this is Lan Nana's brother-in-law? This is really a joke. Go, go, don't delay you two."

The woman with the red ribbon seemed to be quite prestigious in the local area. As soon as she said this, the people around her slowly dispersed, leaving only Ilaria who wanted to explain but didn't know where to start. She listened to the weird laughter above her and pulled Doflamingo's sleeve towards the corner with a stiff face.

"Fufufufufufu, what song are you singing about today? Are you planning to start a rural life in such a remote place?"

Doflamingo was particularly interested in her extraordinarily simple dress. He took off her hat and turned it around in his hands a few times. He then looked at her low ponytail tied to one side and reached out to take off her hair tie.

Ilaria turned her head to hide, and warned him in a low voice with some helplessness: "Today is my sister's wedding. Mr. Doflamingo, please don't do anything extraordinary."

He put his hat on his head and sat down on an unused table. Fortunately, the tables and chairs used for the wedding were made of good materials. Otherwise, if he sat down, he would definitely be connected to the table. fell to the ground.

Doflamingo crossed his legs knowingly and looked at her dress, "Oh - you can do 'outrageous things' in other places, right?"

Ilaria pulled out a chair and sat down, covered her chest with her suitcase, and said with a straight face: "There is no concept of secretly changing. Anyway, not today. I don't want anything to go wrong with her wedding."

Following her gaze, Doflamingo saw a newlywed couple standing not far away. There was no trace of gloom in the woman's smile, which was as bright as the sunshine shining above her head. He turned his head and looked at Ilaria. She glanced at the dancing crowd from time to time, with an indescribable expression on her face.

Hearing the creaking sound of the round table being moved, the tall blond man stood up, his index and ring fingers slightly bent, and the surrounding obstacles moved back a few feet, clearing an open space with them as the center of the circle.

Ilaria was still sitting on the chair, somewhat confused as to why this person was having such a fit. Doflamingo took her arm and pulled her up, grinned and took off the straw hat on her head and placed it on her face.

"Fufufufu, it's not easy to keep an eye on me. At least you can't make me feel bored."

His wrist was tightly strangled by him, and Ilaria took off the hat with her other hand, "Of course I will stay with you until the end, but what do you want me to do?"

When she regained her sight, an exaggerated smiling face filled her sight, and she was pulled into someone's arms, almost standing on tiptoes as if her feet were off the ground.

"I still have to think about it. Let's dance with me first."

Doflamingo's sunglasses reflected her somewhat confused face. He clicked his tongue and said, "What? It's okay to dance with those noble lords. Are you wronged by dancing with me?"

Only then did Ilaria realize what he was talking about, and she suddenly burst into laughter, "How could that be? It's my honor." Then she tried to tap the ground with her toes, and said with a slight smile: "But shouldn't I do it first? Put your partner on the ground? Then I can't dance with you."

After seeing his more wanton smile, Ilaria understood that her suggestion was completely rejected.

Facts have proved that when the female partner’s feet are off the ground, some people can still dance exceptionally naturally, and even become more comfortable. Ilaria resigned herself to being manipulated like a doll by him in the air. She had never danced such a worry-free and laborious dance. Every rotation, forward and backward cross steps were completed in mid-air. Ilaria kept pressing Doflamingo's shoulders from the beginning to the end to find balance. Doflamingo seemed to like her nervousness and You must pretend to have a calm expression, and keep an exaggerated smile on your face.

The tall blond man held the woman's slender waist, his eyes under his sunglasses staring at her, making her move under his control. Ilaria's black hair and skirt swirled into a blooming iris. She didn't realize that the deathly aura on her face was swept away. The sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and danced on her face every moment. Together they create a stunning stop-motion animation.

Fortunately, Doflamingo obviously has the skills to waltz, and although their combination is very strange, the actual effect is surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

After the song ended, many people who were originally in the center of the courtyard gathered together, clapped their hands and shouted "One more". The woman who finally returned to the ground smiled lightly and put her hat on her chest, her heart filled with rejection.

This special dance also attracted the protagonists of today's wedding. Lan Nana ran over again carrying the wedding dress, pulled Ilariya to the side, and murmured in a low voice.

"So this is Sister Leah's fiancé? He doesn't look like a nobleman at all."

Ilaria pressed her head, "We are not in that kind of relationship, don't make random guesses."

Lan Nana looked seriously at the blond man behind her who was chatting with the groom. She turned her head and said, "I also think it's impossible for Sister Lia to choose someone who is flashy. My sister's fiancé must be a man with more taste."

The flashy Doflamingo saw Ilaria coming back with Lanana, and he naturally put Ilaria in his arms and said to the groom: "Just like this, kid, look for more if you have nothing to do." Time to practice, no woman will refuse this trick."

Instinct told Ilaria not to ask what they were talking about. Doflamingo waited for her to ask, but only waited for Ilaria to smile politely.

As the focus of the wedding, the newlyweds could not stay in one place for too long. Ilarya declined Lanana's suggestion to take her family photos and chose to stay aside.

At night, a bonfire is set up in the courtyard, and enthusiastic people gather around the bonfire, linking arms and dancing. Ilaria wrapped her arms around her shawl, with fire in her eyes. She looked sideways at Doflamingo beside her and asked him if he wanted to join them.

In response to the expected rejection, Ilaria smiled under her hat, grabbed the fluffy pink coat of the person next to her, and walked towards the crowd without looking back.

"Just take pity on me, the sad sister who got married. People can't just live, right?"

"Fufufufu, do you feel lonely now? Why don't you find someone to marry casually? Then someone will rush to comfort you."

The next person didn't dare to hold Doflamingo's hand. The ring surrounded by the crowd suddenly turned into a C shape when he came to him. Ilaria held his arm and looked straight at the burning The torch seems to be talking about other people's affairs.

"Ah, by the way, why did I forget to tell you."

The woman with a gorgeous face turned her head, and the smile on her face became increasingly unreal in the darkness. She spoke calmly, as if she was stating a certain fact.

"I'm getting married, Mr. Doflamingo, do you want to come to my wedding?"

Regardless of his reaction, Ilarya kept moving with the crowd and continued to add: "If you can catch up."

You shouldn't do this. You clearly know the consequences of these words. Do you want to ruin everything? Ilaria said to herself in her heart, and she couldn't figure out why she said these words.

The bonfire made a crackling sound, and through the firelight Ilarya saw Lannana on the opposite side. She was holding her husband and kissing amidst the cheers of the crowd. They were a match made in heaven.

The black-haired woman regretted a little. She wanted to explain something while the person next to her was silent, and her throat became choked up again.

For his indifference, and for the little expectation that I can't express.

Doflamingo is very tall, and he is just like that. He always faces Ilaria with a very high attitude, and Ilaria can't even see his face when she raises her head. No matter how arrogant she pretended to be, she could not look at him levelly.

If I simply lowered myself like this, he wouldn't bend down to accommodate me, and he might just step over me.

Ilaria was disgusted by her sudden pretentiousness. She shook her head, let go of her hand on his arm, hugged her shawl tightly, and planned to go around the crowd to find Lannana.

"Go, of course you go. Your life is my property. It's not my business if you get married."

The tall man caught up with her in three steps at a time, pressed her shoulders heavily, leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice as creepy as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

"Fufufufu, you plan to get rid of me when you're done with it, right? That's really good."

A big hand went down the back of Ilaria's head, patted the back of her neck twice gently, and then fell back to her shoulders, completely covering her thin body in his own body. Down.

He made the rare mistake of mistaking her for one of those women who were under his control. Ilaria pinched his arm and lifted it off her shoulder, narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "I don't understand. When have I ever used you? How can I get rid of you?"

Even under the curtain of darkness, Doflamingo's expression was still terrifying. Ilaria's face remained normal and she smiled: "I have always regarded you as my only companion. Our relationship and agreement will not change because of this." This is how my marriage has changed."

She suddenly remembered something, looked at Doflamingo with wide eyes, and said in surprise: "Doesn't Mr. Doflamingo regard me as a friend?"

Go, go and tell her, "You are just a special dream I had." The veins on Doflamingo's forehead were pulsing, and in the end he only said, "Stop dealing with me the same way you deal with others. Who do you think I am?"

Broke up unhappily.

Doflamingo woke up from his dream, frowned and sat up abruptly, put on his clothes and headed for the tall tower in the forest, following the familiar path to the top of the tower along the outer wall.

The burgundy short hair was well protected by black velvet. Doflamingo looked at the woman in the crystal coffin and silently reached out his hand to brush her face.

Damn it, they have the same face and almost the same personality, but their attitudes towards him are so different.

"It's so relaxing for you to lie down here. Do you know how much effort I have put in for you?"

He grabbed the woman's chin and shook her head, messing up the dazzling array of funerary objects around her. A lot of jewelry was added to the house, and the most valuable set of jade necklaces was thrown into the coffin by him. This thing was still not worth enough to wear around her neck, so it could only be reduced to a decoration.

"Don't even think about marrying someone else until you pay back everything you owe me."

The person who should hear this sentence may or may not be here.