[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

Ilaria's wedding comes as scheduled.

The sensational wedding of the heir to the Pansabene family, which rules the peninsula, can be imagined. Guests coming for the banquet filled the harbor with ferries, and a steady stream of carriages stopped at the outer edge of the castle. This warm and jubilant atmosphere instantly ignited the entire sea area.

The wedding has already begun. The bride, wearing a pure white wedding dress, holds her father's arm and walks towards the groom who is waiting at the other end of the red carpet.

Ilaria has overthrown her two brothers over the years and became the sole heir designated by the godfather. And relying on the strange-looking Holy See assassin she captured, she set off a wave of religious movements in the country, which merged with the revolutionary movement in her hometown, and the momentum was directed at her enemies.

This assassin was her adopted brother, Asterion. They met on a very bad occasion, and Ilaria had to kill him, then go find his body when no one was around and take it back for burial. .

The counterattack she suffered was also unpredictable. Her sister, brother-in-law, and their family who had been hidden in the countryside were even found by the Vatican. They were punished by the villagers for heresy and eventually died at the gunpoint of their neighbors. .

While these things were happening, Ilaria never saw Doflamingo. He would occasionally appear suddenly at the end of the matter, sit in the church and chat with her, or use some romantic but meaningless methods to constantly test her heart.

Ilaria has gradually passed the age of having a vague love for him. The increasingly cruel fact made her realize that the other party only regarded her as a toy, but she regarded him as a savior.

She was already a flower in full bloom, just like the red camellia that had spread to the side of her neck. Even though it still had a deadly fragrance, it was destined to die.

No longer needing to rely on her father's reputation or betraying her face, she walked steadily forward in her wedding dress, and everyone looked at her with sincere awe.

The veil that reached the hem of her skirt covered her expression, and the heavy jewelry on her head and ears also became accomplices. She only wore a faint smile, like the flickering candlelight between the curtains. It may go out at any time.

The priest recited the congratulations, and then came the step of confirming the hearts and minds of the two couples. This is an inevitable step with a fixed answer. No matter whether you are rich or alive, there will only be one answer.

Ilaria replied: "I do." The priest turned to the groom aside and followed the procedure to confirm whether he was willing.

The groom, Duke Charlemagne, suddenly stiffened and replied with a look of horror: "I don't want to."

His fear came from the fact that he seemed to be unable to control his body. It was not his heart that led his mouth to speak, but something else forcing him to speak.

As soon as these words came out, the scene was silent for a moment.

The groom continued tremblingly.

"I have four lovers and two regular bed partners. It is impossible for me to hang myself on one woman."

He realized that what he said below could not be uttered no matter what, but he couldn't help himself and told the truth quite painfully.

"When I get tired of playing, I will replace Lorenza. Then I will marry a new girl and pretend that she died of natural causes."

This sentence caused an uproar, and the wedding scene instantly became excited. Taking the old godfather's cane lashing at the groom as a command, the Pansabene family members rose up and quickly surrounded the groom, sealing off the church.

The old godfather took Ilariya aside and told her that he would handle the matter and that Ilariya didn't need to worry about anything.

Ilaria obeyed her adoptive father's arrangement, threw the bouquet in her hand to the waiting waiter, and planned to go to the dressing room to change out of the heavy wedding dress.

She glanced towards the corner of the church and saw a tall man who was dressed in an extremely unsociable manner.

The fancy feather coats, frivolous vacation shirts, and exaggerated vacation glasses are particularly incompatible with the formal guests.

She immediately lowered her eyes, pushed aside the servants who were following her, and left the church alone with her skirt in hand.

"The way you look at men is still unflattering. The wedding hasn't even ended yet, and his tail can't wait to be exposed."

As soon as Ilaria entered the changing room, she heard Doflamingo teasing from behind her. She didn't have a strong reaction. She calmly closed the curtains and prepared to change into her wedding dress. She asked, "Do you think I should be angry?"

A man's joking voice came from outside the curtain, "If you are angry for a worthless bastard, if you have such thoughts, the problem is your brain."

She worked hard alone for a while, and finally realized that it was impossible to take off this wedding dress with a large skirt by herself, so she simply came out to chat with Doflamingo.

"Yes, there is no need for me to be angry. We are just a cooperative relationship."

Doflamingo looked at her, always feeling an inexplicable sense of disharmony. Compared to the last time we met, she seemed to have grown up a lot, and the childishness in her body was gone, but instead she had gained some twilight that shouldn't be there at this age.

"Fufufufu, it's best if you think like this. The most important thing about string puppets is to be obedient. Don't let them have ambitions to walk on their own. Regardless of money or power, you have to use 'threads' to discipline them. .”

The expensive wedding dress she was wearing was cut into several pieces of fabric with visible threads while Doflamingo was speaking.

"Just like this." Ilaria lifted her veil and tilted her head to ask him. The red camellia on the side of her neck began to spread.

Doflamingo grinned at her, took a few steps back and sank into the sofa, "Just like this."

She smiled knowingly, faced Doflamingo wearing only a bra, and said: "Actually, I am also your puppet. Those cares and comforts, you used them to make the thread that hangs me up. I want to understand myself." How far can you control me?"

The blond man's smile did not diminish, and he replied meaningfully, "Fufufufu, it's not a good idea to use such cunning words to justify your ingratitude."

She leaned in front of the table, supported her face with one hand, and continued: "I just discovered a weird cat-and-mouse game. The cat was raising mice in a trap. He wanted to find some ingenious methods on the mice that could be used on other prey. On the body."

The black-haired woman smiled brighter and brighter. She seemed to have discovered the most interesting thing in the world. Regardless of her messy clothes, she uncharacteristically covered her face and laughed.

"You have never tried to understand me. Do you know how many years have passed since we met each other? Do you know how many fiancées I have changed? Do you understand how much effort I have put into this marriage? Why are you so sure that I will not angry"

"You're just not interested in knowing. One day of yours is five years of mine. Maybe you think you've watched a boring movie, but this is all I've got in exchange for my only life."

"And you have already preset the reaction I should have without knowing anything about me. It was the same just now and the same before. It's like recreating some scenes that have happened. Who have you seen this in? I"

She stared at Doflamingo's frozen smile, leaned back, sat on the table with her legs crossed, smiled and lowered her voice.

"In other words, who do you see in me?"

This sentence touched some taboos. Doflamingo no longer wore the mocking smile that had nothing to do with him. The corners of his mouth suddenly dropped and he said gloomily: "The time for little girls to talk nonsense is over. I don’t have time to play house with you, and I’m not interested in playing boring games.”

"I'm past the age of a little girl when you don't know where to rest. I'm thirty years old this year."

Doflamingo stood up from the sofa angrily, kicked open the door and walked out when he heard a woman's cold voice behind him.

"No matter how much this kindness is sincere for me, I still thank you, Mr. Doflamingo."

The door was kicked open hard and then bounced shut, leaving the black-haired woman leaning on the chair and staring at herself in the mirror for a long time.

Doflamingo was in a particularly bad state today.

Perhaps because he didn't sleep well last night, after he lost to Tione with a fool's start for the third time, he found a random excuse and hurriedly ended today's game.

The black-haired female officer nodded, stood up and left the chess room. Doflamingo was looking at the swimming pool through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and when he heard the click of the door closing, he picked up the red book on the carpet, leaned back, and covered his face with the book to block the sun.

He never rested during the day, and even when he fell asleep, he would not enter dreamland, which was completely opposite to his dreaminess at night.

But today, he really had a dream.

The dark dome, the twinkling night sky, and the boundless sea with rising tide just a few steps away.

The water was so dark that it swallowed up all the starlight and moonlight. Even the krill and seaweed that gathered together could not light up the sea at all.

Devil Fruit users hate and fear the ocean.

Doflamingo looked at the tide approaching the coast, frowned, and took a few steps back, not wanting to let the tide get him wet.

He stared at the sea and suddenly stopped.

That was not a tide, but someone walking up from the ocean, stirring up the calm water and spreading towards the shore.

As the visitor moved, the gathered phosphorus gradually emitted light, like a flame falling on a firework, instantly igniting the entire pitch-black sea area, and a silver-blue fire popped out around her.

Her red hair soaked in water was tightly wrapped around her body, and her pure white wedding dress was now almost transparent under the cover of water. She must be the darling of the tides, the blood of the ocean. Otherwise, how can you explain that when her dress floats on the sea, it will look like a blooming Desdemona?

Her long burgundy hair was like a stream of fire in the night. I don't know if it was the fluorescent light that lit up her, or the red hair that lit up the entire night.

She has a pair of violet eyes that sparkle with a little light. When she looks at you, you will always have the illusion that your existence is the only meaningful one in the world.

Only Doflamingo knew that this was not an illusion.

When Doflamingo was about to say something, she put her index finger to her lips to signal him to be silent.

"You can only say one thing to me, and once I hear it, I will give you the right answer right away, understand what I mean?"

She left a trail of wet footprints on the beach. In addition to the salty smell of sea water, Doflamingo smelled the familiar hazy aroma of roses mixed with patchouli on her body.

The woman walked up to Doflamingo, raised her hand to straighten his collar, and said with a smile: "Even you must have been tortured to the point of dizziness these days. Poor Dofla, sleep from today on." Have a good sleep, no more dreamy nights."

Doflamingo, who was forced to remain silent, looked at this all-too-familiar face and silently allowed her to tug at the feathers on his coat. While touching her naked chest very naturally, the woman did not avoid it and allowed him to make such offensive actions.

It was a feeling that almost made him tremble.

Cool, moist, soft.

There is a beating, living heart under her left chest.

Seeing that the corners of his mouth were grinning to the base of his ears, the woman reminded him with a smile, "Laughter is also a problem."

Doflamingo didn't care about those things. He directly raised his hand to clamp her head and blocked her ears tightly.

“Fufufufufu, if you can’t hear it, it’s okay.”

Do you think my eyes are just decoration?

Just like many times before, she just sighed and watched calmly as Doflamingo laughed wildly.

"Last time someone asked me to wait for a minute, and in the end he left an arm. Calculate your time and think about how much you should compensate me. There has never been a precedent in this world for me to wipe someone else's butt. No."

Doflamingo held her head and shook it back and forth. Feeling uneasy, he stopped talking for a moment, grabbed her hands and pressed them on both sides of her ears.

"You can solve your own problems by yourself. You can't always expect others to help you. I'm the only one who spoils you like this. You don't know how you will endure hardship outside."

The woman watched his mouth open and close, but couldn't break away from his hand, so she had no choice but to cover her ears and read his lips.

"So you should pamper me more. Only after I taste the sweetness from you can I have the appetite to endure the bitterness outside."

A clever answer can often lead to some rewards.

Doflamingo held her waist and lifted her into his arms, not caring that the seawater on her body affected his dry coat. He grabbed the back of her neck with his other hand and kissed her lips like a bite.

This is not appeasement, but an invasion. Doflamingo poured so much violence and dissatisfaction into this kiss that he did not stop even after hearing her cries of pain, demanding what he had long deserved.

This kiss is not like a drop of rain that nourishes the spring grass, but like a violent storm that can bring about recovery. The long-awaited throbbing and heat reappear after the heavy rain.

The moonless night was eerily quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the churning of the sea water, the sounds of lips and teeth intertwining, and the sound of heartbeats like drums.

The red-haired woman simply stopped covering her ears, hooked her hands around Doflamingo's neck, and devoted all her attention to the kiss, which was like a confrontation.

Until the tip of her tongue hurt, she suddenly frowned and pushed Doflamingo away, her mouth filled with the sweet taste of blood.

The perpetrator just smiled maliciously at her and mouthed to her, "You want the sweetness."

She raised her eyebrows, and just when she was about to win back the victory, Doflamingo asked his first question in a deep voice.

"Tell me what they are afraid of"

He followed the red-haired woman's movements and moved closer. She answered the question close to Doflamingo's ear, and saw the pupils of his eyes tightening behind his sunglasses.

"They want to know who is the next [protagonist] of the world, and the answer will appear in the East China Sea, right now."

The woman fiddled with the gold jewelry by his ear. The moment her words fell, a thunder exploded in the sky, and even the world shook.

Doflamingo watched her look up at the sky, then lowered her head and smiled helplessly at him.

"The child's appearance is a blessing or a curse, depending on your attitude towards him. But it is indeed a good thing that he gave me the opportunity to see you under such circumstances."

Every word she uttered was drowned out by the roaring thunder, and even though they were so close together, they couldn't hear anything the other said.

There were still too many things to resolve, too many words to say, but Doflamingo could only see her raising the corners of her mouth and making a mouth shape with her most iconic smile.

"Goodbye, Dover."

The blond man on the sofa woke up from his dream, and the book on his face fell to the ground and closed together with a "bang".

There are no thick thunderstorms, no bottomless ocean. When he opens his eyes, it is still his sunny Dressrosa outside.

It's still him, alone.

It happened that Diamanti led the scientists who had been drifting at sea for many days to come in to listen to the solution. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Doflamingo staring at the beauties in the swimming pool motionless. He had no choice but to cough twice to indicate that he was about to enter the house. As he walked, he asked, "Those useless scientists have brought them back. Let's take them out for a group experiment first."

Doflamingo didn't turn around, but just replied: "What's the rush? Just shut it up and let them think about who they are working for."

You were the one who called the person over in a hurry, and you are the one who wants to lock him up until death. Who is the one who is in the hurry?

Diamanti murmured in her heart, but she agreed quite simply. She glanced in the direction he had been staring at and joked casually: "Do you see anything wrong with the swimming pool? I'll ask someone to fix it."

His words seemed to speak to Doflamingo's heart. The blond man turned around with an expression of admiration that said, "You are deeply loved by me." He praised: "As expected of Diamanti, such a I can only leave the matter to you."

"Go and demolish all the rooms on the west side and expand the swimming pool. Make it as big as you can. It should be made according to the area of ​​the man-made sea."

After a few compliments from Doflamingo, Diamanti happily took over this big project without even asking Doflamingo what his purpose was.

After sending Diamanti away, Doflamingo called Trebol in again and told him to send some men to the East China Sea and keep an eye on him from today until he personally orders the men to come back.

After doing these two things, the high tower in the southeast corner of the highland welcomed its only guest.

Doflamingo jumped in through the window with ease, regardless of whether what he was doing was unethical. He pinched the woman in the coffin's cheeks, pried open her lips with his thumbs, and held her tongue between his index and middle fingers. out.

There was a small wound on it that hadn't had time to heal. The location was very familiar to Doflamingo, just like he was familiar with this body that was no different from an ordinary person.

"Do you think you can send me away with a tasteless kiss like this? You'll be as young as I am when my hair doesn't even grow?"

He pressed the wound harshly and said in a suddenly relaxed tone.

"You'd better be able to explain all this. You can't just rely on being favored to get past it."

As Doflamingo spoke, he picked up a large handful of jewels in the coffin with his right hand, filled his hand with it, and then threw it high into the air, letting these priceless treasures fall to the floor casually.

"This is what happens to dead things. Do you understand what happens when the value of something is solidified? That's it."

An emerald broke to pieces at his feet. He crushed it with his shoe and laughed slowly.

"Don't worry, you are different from them. If you have no value, let me continue to give you new value. I now have a lot of experience to be your savior."

The vicious savior tentatively gave such a guarantee, and he was very satisfied with it. He returned to the castle and held two banquets in a row. He was extremely drunk before going back to the palace to sleep while leaning against the wall.

Fueled by alcohol and promises, Doflamingo had a dreamless night.