Outside Dressrosa, aboard a ship.
To keep a low profile, the ship flew no flag at all, and it was so small that even two people sitting on it felt cramped.
Not long ago, with Pica's help, Doflamingo had slipped underground. Using the underground factories and docks the Donquixote Family had built beneath Dressrosa, he had secretly transferred away and finally escaped Garen's sensing range, sailing his small boat into Dressrosa's outer waters.
At this point, only Trebol, his top executive, remained by his side.
Looking back at Dressrosa, Doflamingo could still see the spectacular sight of the rock giant Pica had transformed into struggling against Garen.
But he knew perfectly well that Pica would not survive long against Garen.
"It's all over."
Faced with this sudden upheaval, Doflamingo could not help but feel sorrow well up in his heart:
Thirty years of painstaking work, all gone in a single day.
Garen, Germa 66, the Beasts Pirates, countless enemies he had provoked while in power, and the World Government, which would definitely kick a man with secrets while he was down.
For all the vastness of the world, there was not even a place for him to stand.
Even if he managed to preserve his life through sheer luck, Doflamingo would never regain that lofty, domineering spirit.
"Young Master Doffy!"
Sensing the despondency unconsciously radiating from Doflamingo, Trebol, who had helped him build his great cause since his youth, immediately tried to comfort him:
"Don't lose heart so soon."
"Your great ambition is far from over!"
"..."
Doflamingo fell silent.
He could not even think of where to hide now. How could he speak of rebuilding his empire?
But Trebol continued encouraging him:
"Young Master Doffy, you are a man born to be a conqueror!"
"When Roger became the Pirate