As the highest authority of the World Government, the Gorosei were undoubtedly arrogant. In their eyes, everyone could become a chess piece in their palm. Whenever they needed them, those pieces under their control could be placed anywhere on the chessboard of the world according to their wishes.
West Blue.
By the estate's swimming pool, Doflamingo lounged comfortably on a deck chair beneath the sun. He held a receiver in one hand, a faintly mocking smile on his lips as he quietly listened to the agent on the other end.
"Doflamingo, as long as you fulfill the Gorosei's demands, you can become a Celestial Dragon again and return to the holy land of Mary Geoise."
"For you, reclaiming the kingdom once ruled by the Donquixote Family would also be an enormous benefit, wouldn't it?"
"To make the leap from pirate to World Noble—this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."
"Back then, even killing your own father and personally cutting off his head wasn't enough to get it back. Now, all you need to do is lift a finger to obtain it!"
"I really envy you, Doflamingo."
On the other end of the call was Spandine, a fairly influential agent of the World Government.
The Gorosei obviously could not personally contact pirates. Of course, given Doflamingo's current "worth," he did not merit the World Government sending CP0 to negotiate with him either. Sending Spandine, the man who had once handled Ohara, was already showing Doflamingo ample respect.
"Fufufufufu."
"What an arrogant attitude, World Government."
"Do you think you've got me in the bag, Mr. Spandine?"
Spandine's words sounded especially grating to Doflamingo. The suffering he had endured as a child was the past he most unwillingly recalled after reaching adulthood.
The better Doflamingo lived now, the more successful he appeared to