Sharlia truly is the Celestial Dragon who has changed the most in the Holy Land.
Her transformation is different from the other Celestial Dragons who have also recognized the situation.
While other Celestial Dragons simply recognized the situation and abandoned their formerly haughty attitudes, obediently accepting Doflamingo's reformation, Sharlias was different.
Whether in external appearance, inner self, or ideological values and perceptions, she had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Most importantly, she had truly come to prioritize Orion in all things.
Whatever decisions Orion made or words he spoke were, to her, absolute justice.
"Let's go see the results of Doflamingo's reformation efforts during this period!"
Orion glanced back at the farm, casually handed the half-eaten tomato to Sharlias, and strode out.
"M-me? Accompany you?"
Sharlias's beautiful eyes widened as if she couldn't believe what she'd heard, staring at the young Fleet Admiral who had already walked out.
This was the first time Orion had actively asked for her company since she'd chosen to cling tightly to him as her protector.
Happiness had come too swiftly, like a tornado.
After confirming this wasn't an illusion, Sharlias's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, as if a little deer were frantically prancing in her chest.
Glancing between the departing young Fleet Admiral and the tomato Orion had bitten into, she suddenly made a bold move—carefully cradling the tomato, she parted her red lips and took a delicate bite.
Then, as if transported to some fantasy realm, she closed her eyes in rapture, her chest heaving intensely.
Just then.
"Sharlia!"
A cold shout exploded in Sharlias's ears, instantly snapping her out of her reverie.
Following the voice, she saw Saturn standing before her, though she hadn't noticed his arrival.
"Saint Saturn-sama!"
Startled by his unexpected appearance at the farm, Sharlias blinked slowly before hurriedly hiding the tomato behind her back.
Saturn clearly hadn't noticed Sharlias's odd behavior—nor did he have time to dwell on such matters now.
To him, nothing in heaven or earth mattered more than Aqua.
His sole mission was to swiftly retrieve what Aqua needed and return to the Flower Chamber.
"Go immediately and prepare one sample each of all vegetable and fruit seeds and seedlings from your farm!"
As he spoke, Saturn brushed past her, his eyes fixed on the opposite farm before he urgently added.
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and prepare them!"
"Apologies, Saint Saturn-sama. If you need anything, you may take it from the greenhouse across the way."
Now fully composed, though still not daring to look directly at the elder, Sharlia replied in a tone far from her previous subservience.
"I'm currently has more important matters to attend to!"
"You... How dare you!"
Shocked by Sharlia audacious tone, Saturn's pupils contracted sharply as he growled.
"I command you to prepare them at once! Otherwise, not even Zephyr can save you!"
"Hmph~"
Sharlia snorted coldly, retorting defiantly.
"I need no protection from Zephyr-sama! For I am now Orion-sama woman! You... cannot command me!"
"????"
A cascade of question marks instantly appeared over Saint Saturn's head as he stared at Sharlia as if she were a fool.
"Sharlia, you actually dare to aspire to Orion? Do you know who he is? And who you are?"
"I have proof!"
Sharlia presented the tomato she had been hiding behind her back to Saturn, speaking with utmost seriousness.
"This tomato was given to me by Orion-sama—and it's one he took a bite from! Do you know what this means? It means Orion-sama doesn't treat me as an outsider!"
"And just now, I took a bite too. Do you know what that means?"
"It means Orion-sama and I have now established a romantic relationship! Through this tomato, we... kissed!"
"Next, I will stay by Orion-sama side to observe the progress of Doflamingo's reformation efforts during this period!"
Having said this, Sharlia paid no further attention to Saturn's reaction and quickly turned to catch up with Orion, who had already walked far ahead.
Saturn was left speechless, standing alone outside the farm as a cold wind whistled past.
...
...
At the Holy Land, within the former slave colosseum.
This was an ancient arena where the Celestial Dragons of the Holy Land would periodically gather to witness slaves fight to the death in gladiatorial combat.
Every battle here was saturated with the scent of blood.
The participants in these death matches were slaves either purchased or captured by the Celestial Dragons.
As self-proclaimed descendants of the creators, the Celestial Dragons never cared about the lives of their slaves.
Any slave they grew tired of would be thrown into this arena.
No matter how many slaves entered the colosseum, only one would ever emerge alive.
Of course, all this was now in the past.
After Orion ordered the liberation of all slaves in the Holy Land, this arena faded from history.
Although the Holy Land no longer had slaves, the Celestial Dragons remained.
Doflamingo, tasked with reforming the Celestial Dragons, repurposed the arena as the first stage of their transformation.
...
Inside the colosseum.
Diamante, one of the four top executives of the Donquixote Pirates, stood on the platform where slaves once slaughtered each other.
Holding a microphone, he looked down arrogantly at the formerly haughty Celestial Dragons below, his demeanor even more overbearing than theirs had ever been.
In the spectator stands, Doflamingo leaned back in his chair, his pink coat exuding an air of insolence.
He held a glass of fruit juice with a sinister and scheming smile playing on his lips.
Flanking him on both sides were all members of the Donquixote Pirates, including Baby 5, their positions as flamboyant as Doflamingo's pink coat.
"Doflamingo!"
A cold shout suddenly erupted from the crowd of Celestial Dragons below the platform.
A young man dressed in Celestial Dragon attire stepped forward from the group, pointing accusingly at Doflamingo in the stands and shouting.
"You damn Heavenly Yaksha! How long are you going to torment us? We've done everything you asked! Why are you bringing us to this colosseum? Don't you know this is where slave fights were held?"
"I'm going to file a complaint with the Gorosei!"
"I'll report you for abusing your authority and killing innocent people!"
"That's right! We'll complain too!"
"Reform is one thing, but who gave you the right to kill?"
"Exactly! Orion never granted you the privilege to kill at will! Don't forget—we are all descendants of the creators!"
The protests grew louder and more numerous.
In no time, all the Celestial Dragons brought to the colosseum by Doflamingo voiced their objections, protesting against being treated like livestock.
"Fufufufu... Hahahahaha~"
Listening to the increasingly loud protests, Doflamingo grinned and let out his signature evil laugh, then leisurely stood up to look down at the Celestial Dragons in the arena.
"Even after all this time being reformed, you still haven't lost the pride of being so-called descendants of the creators!"
"In that case, I'll raise the difficulty for you!"
"From now on, only one person can leave this arena alive!"
Before his words faded, Doflamingo suddenly raised his hand, his fingers twitching.
The next second, threads descended from above into the arena, controlling half of the Celestial Dragons present.
"!!!!"
"Damn it, my body... is being controlled!"
After a brief silence, the arena erupted into chaos.
The Celestial Dragons controlled by the threads, upon realizing they had lost control of their bodies, let out desperate cries while uncontrollably lunging toward the group not bound by threads.
"Stop!"
Just as the controlled Celestial Dragons were about to engage in a slaughter with the other half, a cold shout abruptly rang out.
Immediately after, several figures flashed into view, landing steadily on the central platform of the arena.
At the forefront was none other than Shamrock, commander of the God Knights.
"Doflamingo, that's enough!"
The moment he landed on the platform, Shamlock boldly drew his sword, his face dark as he glared at Doflamingo in the spectator stands, coldly stating.
"If you continue to act recklessly, even if it means defying Orion, I will bring you to justice today."
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