"Oh?"
"So..."
"After all that effort, the result was..."
"You didn't find her?!"
Watching his lecherous-looking subordinate in a bat mask tremble as he crouched before him and gave his report, Donquixote Doflamingo gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
He just didn't understand. They'd only been asked to invite someone over. It wasn't some difficult mission involving fighting, killing, or anything else. How could they fail even at something so trivial?
And another thing!
What made him even angrier and more confused was that they were on Dressrosa, on their own turf—not somewhere else or on some other island. Yet these idiots hadn't just failed to invite her; in the end, they hadn't even found her!
And they'd actually had the nerve to come back empty-handed?
"Y-yes..."
"At first, our men saw them enter the Corrida Colosseum, so a dozen or so of us went in to look for them."
"B-but..."
At this point, the man in the bat mask glanced furtively up at their young master.
Seeing that Doflamingo's expression was clearly sour, he hurriedly lowered his head again, then stared at his toes and continued:
"Even after the duels ended this afternoon, we still couldn't find her..."
"Then we sent more men to search the city several times. Eventually, someone said they saw them heading toward the island to the north, so I..."
"P-please spare me, young master..."
"I really did everything I could, I swear!!"
"We really did search hard, but that brat stopped watching the matches halfway through and kept running all over the place. She didn't follow any kind of plan..."
Sensing the strange atmosphere and feeling the palpable killing intent start to close in around him, the man in the bat mask went weak at the knees and dropped straight to