East Blue, Loguetown.
Loguetown was still just an ordinary little town, but as the entrance to the Grand Line, the constant flow of people had already made it quite prosperous.
Naturally, as the key point for entering the Grand Line from East Blue, it also had a Marine branch. Doflamingo and Dragon were currently resting there.
During this time, Doflamingo and Dragon's relationship remained fairly ordinary.
It had to be said that Dragon was a man of deep thoughts and inscrutable intentions, utterly out of place among the other oddballs of the Pirate World.
As a result, he kept his distance from nearly everyone in the Marines. Every day, no one knew what he was pondering, though a trace of confusion occasionally appeared on his face.
Doflamingo understood Dragon's current situation perfectly. Judging by his state, it would not be long before he established the Revolutionary Army, so Doflamingo had no intention of disturbing him.
Late at night, Doflamingo lay in the officers' quarters of the Marine branch. There might not have been many strong people in the Marine branches across the Four Seas, but as the local tyrants of their respective regions, their facilities were quite complete. They even had officers' quarters specifically for receiving guests.
Closing his eyes, Doflamingo began his daily routine once more, absorbing the Blood-colored Puppets he had obtained that day within the Illusion Space.
"Hmm? It seems I've encountered another special individual."
A smile appeared on Doflamingo's face. The Blood-colored Puppet before him had its entire face painted like a Joker's. Its wide eyes, weed-like hair, and mouth that looked as though it had been torn open all showed that it was no ordinary puppet.
Reaching out, Doflamingo swiftly absorbed the entire Blood-colored Puppet, leaving behind a patch of red sand and a strange