The meaning of the word freedom was extraordinary, yet it differed for everyone. Some followed freedom within the bounds of order, some followed freedom within moral etiquette, some followed freedom within the bounds of humanity, while others followed only the freedom of their own hearts.
People like Pirates basically ignored the laws of all nations and disregarded human morality, caring only about pursuing their own desires and venting without restraint. This distorted version of freedom was not freedom in the true sense.
Drake's injuries healed quickly, thanks to his Zoan-type Devil Fruit ability. His wounds had stopped bleeding, and the pain from the broken bones in his leg had lessened somewhat. There was much less sweat on Drake's forehead, but his face had grown even darker.
"Freedom? You're actually talking to me about freedom?" Drake roared, nearly losing control. "You're talking to me about freedom in a world like this? Do you know what the Marines' so-called justice is written with? Do you know what kind of cannon fire and blood must be exchanged for the Pirates' needs? In a world so unjust and dark, you're actually talking to me about freedom? Tell me, where is the freedom of this country you just saved?"
Doflamingo had once turned Dressrosa into a nation that resembled a paradise on earth, drawing countless people from the New World to Dressrosa to enjoy the charm of this subtropical country. Yet only after Uchiha Hiko overthrew Doflamingo's rule did the truest and darkest side of the nation reveal itself. That polished peace had been built upon countless corpses.
There was only a thin line between paradise and hell in Dressrosa. Doflamingo had merely used paradise to conceal hell.
Hiko looked at Drake and said calmly, "You're right. On the Red Line Continent and in every