Dressrosa was a country located near the waters at the entrance to the New World. It was a summer island, bathed in midsummer all year round, making the flower fields surrounding the island bloom in dazzling splendor.
Although the scenery was beautiful and the islanders were warm and welcoming, the country was not particularly prosperous.
Its economy relied mainly on tourism. Because its territory was so small, agricultural production could barely sustain itself, while industrial development remained at a rather rudimentary level.
Coupled with the enormous burden imposed by the Celestial Gold, the lives of this country's people were by no means easy.
It was hard to say exactly what their standard of living was like, but it was surely nowhere near as good as it would be ten years later under the rule of the Donquixote Family.
Sitting in the stands of Dressrosa's most famous grand colosseum, Bright watched the gladiators battling below as he thought about this.
It was strange. Why were the rulers praised as benevolent and longed for by the local people always so lacking in ability?
Cobra was like that, Queen Otohime was like that, King Riku of this country was like that, and even Oden Kozuki of Wano Country was like that.
Valuing peace was one thing, but developing a country was clearly another matter entirely.
He really did not understand.
The Riku Family had ruled this country for eight hundred years, yet it was most likely still less prosperous than it had been eight hundred years ago, when the Donquixote Family had exploited the Tontatta. That was simply absurd.
"I heard this colosseum has a legendary gladiator with three thousand undefeated matches. When will he take the stage?"
Tesoro's expectant voice came from beside him.
That soldier really had been powerful. Even after