They all stared at the sorry state Enel was in.
Doflamingo looked extremely pleased, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a crazed grin.
In terms of physical strength, height, build, raw power, and resistance to Seastone, Enel was inferior to Bullet in every way.
Naturally, he didn't stand a chance of winning.
What malicious intent could Doflamingo possibly have?
He just wanted Enel to understand how fragile his body really was.
This was all for his own good—to push him to keep training and growing stronger.
Truly, everything was for Enel's sake.
Facing Bullet's frustrated glare, Doflamingo smiled and said casually,
"Congratulations, Bullet. You finally won a match. Starting today, your workload's cut in half."
But Bullet didn't feel a shred of joy from that so-called victory.
Instead, he was reminded of the two humiliating defeats he'd suffered at Doflamingo's hands before.
"MmmmmmMMM!!" (Fight me fair and square, you bastard!!)
Doflamingo ignored Bullet's muffled roars—and also ignored Fujitora, who seemed to want to talk.
After sending Enel to the medical ward—
He grabbed a quick snack to refuel and planned to wake up Smoothie, who'd been resting for a few hours. It was time to get back to hauling islands again.
The young folks had gotten enough rest. That girl could sleep in his bed, but him?
He hadn't rested at all.
Didn't even have time to check on his own son.
Just as he stepped out of the palace dining hall—
Yamato came tearing through the hallway, dragging Monet behind her. She was already shouting from a distance:
"Doffy! She gave birth!"
...Who gave birth?
Before Doflamingo could ask—
Monet, panting and flustered, gave the answer with an awkward look on her face.
"Lord Doflamingo, my mother… she gave birth."
Oh. So Sugar had given birth.
Doflamingo muttered a quiet "I see" in his mind, then asked:
"Monet, how is your mother doing?"
"She's doing well—she's out of danger now. Thank you so much, Lord Doflamingo. If it weren't for you…"
Monet's eyes were red with emotion, her voice choked.
"The doctors said if she hadn't been recovering properly these past few months, she might've died giving birth to my little sister."
Even Yamato, listening from the side, looked a bit downcast. After all, she'd never seen her own mother—not once since she was born. And her father never even mentioned her.
"It's alright."
Doflamingo gently ruffled the heads of the two girls in comfort, then asked:
"Have you picked a name yet?"
Monet looked up with teary eyes, blinking back the tears.
"Mom hasn't woken up yet, so… not yet."
"You've had a hard life," Doflamingo said softly. "It's time to say goodbye to that past. How about… we name your sister Sugar?"
In Monet's tear-blurred vision, Doflamingo at that moment—
Looked like a radiant angel of salvation, impossibly handsome.
She nodded dumbly.
"Mm-hmm… I'll tell Mom."
...
After sending Monet and Yamato off, Doflamingo stood still, watching the day Sugar was born.
And then—he finally remembered what he had forgotten.
The year 1500 was coming to a close, and Ohara… was probably nothing but ashes now.
Robin-chan had lost everything—her family, her home, her world.
But for him, that was even better.
A tool fueled by hatred—
Was far more useful in his hands.
Robin-chan's combat ability was negligible—
But her ability to read the ancient script?
That was priceless.
She could not only decipher the Ark Maxim's inscriptions and the notes on Pluton—
She might also help uncover whether Pica had any records about the National Treasure of the Holy Land.
The West Blue was unfamiliar territory. Better to find someone who knew the place inside out.
With that thought, Doflamingo contacted the team stationed on the outskirts of Raijin Island.
A moment later—
The voice of the West Blue's wild card, Moria, came through.
"Boss, what do you need?"
"Raijin Island boring you yet, Moria?"
"A little!"
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