The smile on the Joker Doll was crooked and lopsided, as if it had been scrawled on in a hurry.
Its surface was also dotted with haphazard stitching, the rough work plain to see.
Yet the shoddily made doll only made Saint Saturn's mockery all the more biting.
Several veins bulged on the forehead beneath his horns.
"Clone Doll."
Another bald old man appeared above the magic circle.
He wore rimless glasses and a loose training outfit, and held a sword in his hand.
Saint Nusjuro, the Finance Warrior God among the Gorosei.
"It should be one of the Roswald family's collectibles. The power of the Doll Fruit."
"It can create dolls that look exactly like people, but even a small tear in the surface reveals their true nature."
"It seems quite a few of their family's treasures have fallen into that clown's hands."
"Saturn, you should have noticed."
He spoke while rubbing his chin.
Saint Saturn, resembling a mountain spider, said nothing. This had indeed been his oversight.
"We absolutely cannot let this go," he added.
It had been a long time since anyone had toyed with him like this.
What a humiliating mess.
"Heh. If they've escaped to the New World, let that Doflamingo fellow put in some work."
"We're not letting him off the hook so easily for what happened last time!"
A Blonde Man in a dark red suit chimed in.
"We must make an example of them and reestablish the Celestial Dragons' inviolability," someone else stressed.
The Gorosei could accept the destruction of buildings and the loss of property without much difficulty.
What truly enraged them was the unnatural deaths of so many Celestial Dragons.
If they couldn't execute the culprit as they had Fisher Tiger, it would damage the authority of all the Celestial