Mousse would never beg anyone—not in this lifetime. Yet somehow, Princess Scarlett ended up begging him to watch the matches. Once he agreed, she even jumped for joy and cheered loudly.
The strange sight left the guard attendant muttering to himself. He knew that although Mousse was pretty, adorable, and lovable, he came from the terrifying BIG Pirates. Rumor had it that his status was quite high and his strength unfathomable as well. The guard had been thoroughly frightened by that single swing of the club.
For his mistress to grow too close to someone like him was no good thing, whether for herself or for Dressrosa as a nation!
Even so, the guard could only keep his thoughts to himself for now and report to King Riku after everything was over. Advising against it on the spot would have been far too foolish.
During their previous trips into town, they had always been occupied with other matters. Only this time did Mousse have the leisure to carefully observe Dressrosa's citizens. He discovered that even on such a festive day, the streets were nowhere near as lively or prosperous as they had been when the kingdom first appeared in the manga.
"'Land of Love, Passion, and Toys'? There are no toys now, and I don't see any love or passion either."
Still, seeing the generally sallow faces of the residents, Mousse had no trouble understanding why.
Only when people were well-fed and warmly clothed could they think of lust. Most of Dressrosa's citizens could not even fill their stomachs; they were yellow-faced, emaciated, and listless. Where would they find any passion?
Sympathy was sympathy, but Mousse had no intention of stepping in to help.
For one thing, Dressrosa was a World Government member nation. The deeper its ties with his