There was no need to elaborate further on the complicated grudge between Trafalgar Law and Doflamingo.
In short, Law desperately wanted that bastard Doflamingo dead—the uglier the death, the better.
When Bright offered this compensation, Law's chest visibly began to heave, and his breathing became incredibly rapid.
"How is that bastard doing now?" Law's voice was so low it seemed like squeezing it could wring out a cup of water.
The last time he had heard any news of Doflamingo was when the Beasts Pirates were destroyed.
Though he had still retained the title of Shichibukai at the time, Doflamingo, who had long been considered a member of the Beasts Pirates by everyone, had vanished without a trace after being defeated alongside Kaido in that father-daughter war.
Law had kept telling himself that bastard was already dead, that he had been executed as a loser by the victor, the woman named Yamato.
But when Bright spoke those words before him, Law realized he still could not control his emotions. He still could not help wanting to ask how that man was doing now.
What if that man really was not dead? What if he was still living freely in some corner of the world?
No matter what, he wanted to finally confirm that bastard's fate.
The corners of Bright's lips rose slightly. "He's already dead."
At that moment, Law suddenly felt somewhat lost.
He had thought he would smile upon learning that Doflamingo was dead, but when it truly happened, he instead felt an unprecedented sense of emptiness.
Perhaps it was the confusion that came with losing his goal.
That man had indeed been Law's greatest goal in setting out to sea.
He had no interest in the mission carried by D, nor was he particularly obsessed with becoming the