We Great Pirates Love Bullying Brats

"Why, Father?!"

Doflamingo had no desire to live in the lower world. He hurriedly looked toward his mother.

His mother wore a gentle smile. "Doffy, Rosinante, your father must have his reasons for making this decision."

Rosinante's long hair covered his eyes. He was a quiet, timid child and offered no opinion on the matter.

Homing Saint patted Doflamingo's head and said with a smile:

"Life in the lower world will surely be more fulfilling than life in the Holy Land. I do not mean in terms of material comfort, but in one's heart. Doffy, you will..."

Doflamingo slapped his father's hand away. He could not tell whether what he felt was fear or something else.

Dimon had left him with a considerable psychological shadow last night. Now, hearing that his father intended to abandon their status and leave the Holy Land filled him with even greater unease.

"I don't want to!"

After letting out an angry roar, Doflamingo lost all appetite for breakfast. He rose and ran out of the dining room.

"Doffy..." His mother looked after him worriedly.

"He will understand. Let him calm down first." Homing Saint shook his head. "Afterward, I will handle the procedures as quickly as possible and liquidate some of our assets."

His mother stroked Rosinante's head and said with a smile:

"Life in the lower world? It sounds rather exciting, doesn't it, Rosinante?"

"Yes, Mother."

Rosinante answered softly, lowered his head to his plate, and silently continued eating the exquisite food.

The toy room.

"Damn it! Why do we have to leave the Holy Land?!"

Doflamingo flew into a rage and kicked his beloved toy across the room.

A maid came and knocked on the door. "Young Master... Madam asked me to bring you breakfast."

"Get lost!"

Doflamingo shouted angrily through the door. After an answering "Yes" came from outside, it finally became quiet.

Doflamingo clenched both fists tightly, took a deep breath, and lifted his shirt again.

The Pentagram Magic Circle on his chest was still there.

"What the hell is this? It will not wash off... Is it a curse? Some Devil Fruit ability?"

"It is a magic circle."

A teasing voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Doflamingo spun around. When he saw that it was Dimon, he was so frightened that he fell flat on his butt.

He looked frantically at the door, then at the window. Both were tightly shut.

"You... How did you get in?"

"I came in just like this."

Dimon surveyed the toy room, picked up a blue oni mask from the pile of toys, and slowly put it on.

"Your father has already gone out to handle the procedures. Before long, you will no longer be Celestial Dragons. Was I right?"

Dimon wore a half-smile. He had only mentioned it casually.

He had not expected Homing Saint to be frightened by him last night and make the decision immediately.

"How did you know? Can you see the future?"

"I just happened to know. You do not want to leave the Holy Land?" Dimon said slowly. "I can help you."

At those words, Doflamingo's eyes flickered. With little scheming in his heart, he openly showed his interest.

"What do I have to do?"

"First, kneel. Bow your head to me and acknowledge me as your big brother."

What? Kneel and bow to a pirate?!

Doflamingo trembled all over. He was a Celestial Dragon, a descendant of gods. How could he kneel before a mere human?

"Hurry up."

Dimon pressed down on the brat's head and forcibly made him kneel.

Damn it!

He could not resist.

Doflamingo gritted his teeth. "You are a legendary Great Pirate, yet you bully a child like me! Have you no shame?"

"We Great Pirates love bullying brats, especially little Celestial Dragon punks like you." Dimon grinned. "Say it."

"Big Brother...!"

Doflamingo called out helplessly. How could a child resist an adult, especially a famous Great Pirate?

But on second thought, at least he was safe now.

"Big Brother, how do we stop my father?"

After saying it once, saying it a second time came much more naturally. Doflamingo cast aside his mental burden. Now he only wanted to preserve his status as a Celestial Dragon.

Dimon said leisurely, "Very simple. We will capture Shamrock now. When the Holy Land falls into chaos, your father will have no way to leave it."

Would that work?

Doflamingo was deeply skeptical, but he had no better idea.

"Shamrock will appear at the park at noon. We can ambush him there, but he will have bodyguards with him!"

"No matter. Lead the way."

With that, Dimon grabbed Doflamingo, walked to the windowsill, and leaped out.

"This is the third floor...!"

Doflamingo cried out. Once they landed safely, he let out a relieved breath.

Dimon set him down. "Come on. If we run into anyone, say I am your slave."

"Got it!"

Not long after the two left.

Inside the villa, a dignified woman carried a breakfast tray and knocked on the toy room door.

"Doffy, make sure you eat your breakfast properly. That way, you will grow up quickly."

No one answered for a long while. Doflamingo's mother opened the door, only to find no sign of her child.

"Doffy...?"

Holy Land, park.

Dimon followed behind Doflamingo and stopped beneath the shade of a tree.

At eight or nine in the morning, the park was already crowded.

As everyone knew, a park was a place for socializing, a fine place for walking dogs, exercising, and mingling on ordinary days.

However, Celestial Dragons were different from ordinary people. Ordinary people walked dogs; Celestial Dragons walked slaves.

Some noblewomen in the park held leashes, with the other ends tied around slaves' necks.

Those slaves crawled on all fours like dogs, their expressions blank and their eyes lifeless, as though they had long grown accustomed to it.

From Dimon's observations, these Celestial Dragons fell into two categories.

One dressed no differently from ordinary people, while the other preferred clothing resembling spacesuits, complete with bubble helmets over their heads.

"Why is there such a difference?"

"Big Brother, I do not know either..."

Doflamingo leaned against the tree trunk with his arms crossed, searching the park for Shamrock through his sunglasses.

"I do not like those clothes either. They are cumbersome and ugly, but we have to wear them on some important occasions."

To show they were different, so they would not breathe the same air as commoners?

Dimon shook his head. Everyone standing in the park was a Celestial Dragon. Who were they putting on a show for?

Suddenly, he spotted a child in a spacesuit walking over in the distance. The child looked five or six years old, with several bodyguards in black following behind him.

"Is that him?"

"That's him, Figarland Shamrock!" Doflamingo immediately pointed out the target. "Big Brother, go capture him. Hurry!"

Why were you more impatient than me?

Dimon was somewhat speechless. Was this brat really that unwilling to give up his status as a Celestial Dragon?

Still, to be fair, this town of the Holy Land was rather interesting. It was unlike anywhere else he had been.

It was extremely peaceful and tranquil. If it had been on Earth before his transmigration, it could easily have ranked among the top ten most livable cities.

Of course, all of that was built upon slaves.

"Stay here."

Leaving those words behind, Dimon strode toward Shamrock.

When he reached him, Shamrock could not help raising his head. He looked at Dimon with a frown and asked:

"Why are you not kneeling?"

Dimon moved like lightning, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up.

"We Great Pirates love bullying brats, hehehe... Nice to meet you, Shamrock."