Gigue pondered for a moment, then looked up at Doflamingo and said, "To be honest, I rather admire you, Doflamingo."
When he heard that Saint Garling had handed the decision over to Gigue, Doflamingo had thought all hope was lost.
After all, Gigue looked far too young. To Doflamingo, Garling's actions showed that he did not take him seriously at all, treating the matter as casually as if he were disposing of garbage.
He had never expected Gigue to speak up for him. Not being sentenced to death would already have been the best possible outcome.
But now that Gigue had actually said he admired him, the flame of hope in Doflamingo's heart was reignited. He looked at Gigue expectantly. At that moment, his fate lay entirely in Gigue's hands.
However, Gigue was in no hurry to make a final decision. He merely asked, "You have a younger brother, right? Why didn't he come here with you?"
Doflamingo froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes. His name is Rosinante. He was traumatized and ran off somewhere. I don't know where."
"Oh, so you're the only one left in your family now. If you were allowed to return, are you sure you could remain in the family?"
Doflamingo could not help glancing at Mjosgard, who responded only with a disdainful look.
He fell silent. Mjosgard's attitude represented the Donquixote Family's attitude toward him.
Gigue was right. Even if he were permitted to return to the family, as the son of a traitor, he would probably struggle to find even a place for himself.
Of everyone in the hall, the only one who had shown him any concern was Gigue.
No matter how ruthless Doflamingo would become later, he was still only a ten-year-old child. It was already impressive that