The Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Deep in the Flower Chamber, a bright room was filled with the fragrance of flowers and greenery. Its white decor and gentle scent made it hard to imagine that this was the heart of the Holy Land's most mysterious place.
On a cabinet against the wall, a pink flamingo plush sat shackled to a ball and chain, unable to move. Fear filled its face.
Then, with a creak, an old man in a white robe strolled in. He calmly carried a watering can to the opposite corner and set it down, then removed his gloves, straightened them with care, and placed them in a toolbox.
Throughout it all, the old man never once looked at the flamingo.
But the flamingo's fuzzy face turned grave in an instant. Like a rabbit before a hawk, a mouse before a snake, or a deer before a tiger, its limbs went cold and trembled.
The old man made no effort to project his presence. The terrifying aura that had struck Ron as both godlike and demonic was entirely contained within him, without the slightest trace escaping. He seemed as kindly and approachable as any retired official.
Yet some sixth sense told the flamingo—Donquixote Doflamingo—that anyone who attacked this man would meet a terrible end.
"Fuffuffuffu..."
After a moment's silence, Doflamingo gave a cold laugh. "What exactly does Lord Imu want with me, keeping me locked up?"
"I've told you everything I know. I'm a Celestial Dragon, after all. Why not let me go... Ah, no. Let me live a normal life."
Click...
Imu paused in the middle of arranging his tools.
He turned his gaze over calmly, then looked faintly enlightened. "I almost forgot. You're still here!"
Doflamingo: "..."
Are you messing with me, you old bastard?!
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