"Seriously, does this girl even train properly?" Doflamingo rubbed his head and complained.
Still, judging from the surroundings, Sancho's training intensity must have been considerable. Besides, she had never slept this soundly on ordinary days, so she must have burned through quite a bit of stamina.
With a casual flick, he fired a Flying Finger Pistol and popped Sancho's enormous snot bubble. Sancho jolted awake. "Who the hell dares come looking for death in my treasury?!"
Then she saw Doflamingo standing below, looking up at her helplessly.
"Boss Steve, you're finally back!" Sancho's huge figure pounced down. Doflamingo was nearly three meters tall, but compared to Sancho, who stood eight meters tall even in human form, he was truly tiny. If he had not been strong enough, he would have nearly been flattened.
"Enough! What are you so excited about? Put some clothes on already." Doflamingo shoved and kicked until he finally pushed the overexcited Sancho, who was acting like a husky, off to the side.
Sancho did not get angry after being pushed aside. Once she had dressed, she dropped to all fours like a dog and grinned. "You have no idea what I've been through these past few days. I've been thinking about that feast you owe me every single day!"
All right, confirmed. She really was a dog through and through. All she thought about was being fed. What a waste of that pretty human face!
"Forget the feast for now. How's your Navy Six Styles training going?" Doflamingo asked directly.
Sancho smiled smugly. The hair on her back swayed lightly, curling around a golden goblet from the treasure pile.
"Life Return. You picked that up pretty quickly." Doflamingo glanced at it. Though he said Sancho had learned quickly, he was not particularly surprised.
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