[OP] My sister is a conspirator

"I'm really envious, Doflamingo can have such a beautiful girl by his side..."

"I want it too."

"Don't you think she is beautiful?"

On the white beard pirate ship, a group of people gathered together, looking at old newspapers from a month ago, sighing one after another.

Ace passed by, gave a speechless look at his friends who were obviously bored, and decided to ignore them.

On the deck, the old man with white beard was holding the wine barrel and drinking happily. At the side, the nurse hurriedly stopped him: "Captain, you started drinking in the morning, it's not good for your health..."

Whitebeard took a sip of wine and laughed loudly. "Ku la la la! Drinking is good for the body and mind, and the old man can't cheer up if he doesn't drink."

Ace stepped onto the deck.Marco, the captain of the first team sitting on the steps by the railing, greeted lazily, "Oh, Ace, I got up so early... My head hurts right now..." He lowered his head, his face pale. Poor, half-closed eyes, looking listless.

Ace looked helpless, "Did you drink too much yesterday..."

Marco exhaled in pain, "I won't drink so much again..." After a pause, he added, "I swear."

Ace looked contemptuous, "You said the same thing last time."

The two chatted without saying a word, and Marco suddenly remembered something, and handed a newspaper to Ace.

Ace looked at the other party suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "You don't care about that Shichibukai's gossip, do you..."

Marco hurriedly replied: "Of course not." He raised his head and raised his eyelids with difficulty, "It's about the younger brother you always talk about."

Ace opened the newspaper and looked straight ahead.

Eddie lifted the quilt and staggered out of bed.In the bedroom, it was a mess.

Fragments of the cup were scattered on the ground, and there were more than two dozen obvious holes on the wall.The place where the world famous paintings used to hang was empty.Edra glanced at the ashes on the ground, feeling her head hurt even more.

On the floor of the bedroom, eleven or twelve empty wine bottles were lying in disorder.

Edlar bypassed the empty wine bottle, put on her pajamas, and poured herself a glass of cold water.

She couldn't remember much about the night before.

It's like...drinking...well, then burning the world-famous paintings that I like very much, and then shooting non-stop, smashing everything I can see, and then...

Doflamingo let out a "huh" and sat up on the bed.Hearing his voice, the original picture in Aidela's mind gradually became clear.

Doflamingo poured himself a glass of strong drink, took a sip, and exhaled contentedly.

Looking at Aidela nestled on the sofa, his tone was ambiguous and provocative, "You were so enthusiastic last night..."

Edora froze.

She remembered.

What the hell happened last night.

His head was dizzy, and the exhaustion and drowsiness after a hangover, together with the scorching images of last night, were stirring in his body.

Edera held her forehead to shield the corners of her twitching eyes.

Too bad, I drank too much, and the result...

It's not that Edra hates further intimacy with Doflamingo, it's just that the first time passed in such a muddled way, she feels depressed no matter how she thinks about it.

Moreover, the other party also had an expression of "I am very comfortable".

She picked up the cup in hand and smashed it, "I'm so annoying!" Don't look smug, okay!

Doflamingo dodged the cup and looked at Edella curiously.He put down the wine glass in his hand, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "You're also shy..."

Edora rolled her eyes at him.

After taking a bath, Doflamingo and Edra got "tired" for a while before coming to the hall for lunch.

Doflamingo handed Edera a sealed envelope, and he read the newspaper.

The front of the newspaper published the latest big events, as well as the latest arrest warrants.

Edra opened the letter, looked through it carefully, and then burned it.

Doflamingo didn't ask her about the contents of the letter that would arrive every once in a while.He handed Edora the latest newspaper for the day.

Open the newspaper and look at the first page.

Edora smiled.

On the front of the newspaper, there is a photo of Luffy grinning, and at the bottom is the most simple introduction of Luffy and the amount of the reward.

Luffy, you are finally here.

Adela closed the newspaper and began to eat lunch in a very happy mood.

Doflamingo finally couldn't help asking: "Do you know this brat?"

Edra raised her eyes, with a gentle expression that Doflamingo had never seen before, "He is my brother." She touched the knife and fork in her hand, thinking of the life with Luffy, not without Miss said: "Although he is reckless and sometimes mischievous, he is a child who is easy to like."

Doflamingo lowered his head and looked at the kid's name on the newspaper - Monkey D. Luffy.

D?

Monkey?

Doflamingo asked puzzledly, "Your surname is Monkey?"

Aidela's eyes flashed, and her tone was very honest, "Of course not. My surname is very common. My family members are also common people."

Doflamingo doesn't believe Edra's words at all.

She has intersected with the Monkey family, and her father stayed on the ship of One Piece, so no matter how you look at it, her father is not an ordinary person.

Who will be her father?

Doflamingo was really curious.

In the evening, after dinner, Doflamingo enthusiastically poured Edella a glass of red wine.

The corners of Edora's eyes twitched, and he pushed away the wine glass in front of him, "No, I'll forget it..."

Doflamingo supported Edlar's shoulders, his always deep voice sounded very delicious at this moment, "Are you sure you don't want to drink it? This is the rare wine in my collection~"

"Peerless...precious wine..." Aidela swallowed carefully.

Doflamingo said again: "It has been treasured for nearly 100 years, and it has experienced wars and artillery fire several times. Even the aroma of the wine has precipitated the atmosphere of war at that time... Forget it, if you don't want to drink, I won't force you. ’ He reached out and took back the glass.

Edra snatched it back and swallowed it in one gulp.

His face turned red all of a sudden.She slapped the table boldly and shouted, "One more drink!"

then……

The next day, Aidela crouched on the sofa again with her head in her arms in gloom.

No, I won't touch alcohol next time.Not a drop!

In the bedroom, the walls and furniture, which were barely repaired, became dilapidated again.

The maids who come to clean every day are weird.

Why is the bedroom the same as after the war?

Obviously they are doing something that is not "sweet"?