Doflamingo's intentions were none of Oran's concern, nor did he care.
He was a Celestial Dragon who had already been stripped of his name. Though Celestial Dragon blood still ran through his veins, earning him some special treatment from Mary Geoise, that was only so long as Doflamingo's actions did not infringe upon the World Government's interests.
Given the current situation, the World Government would not do anything to Oran for his sake.
If Doflamingo wanted to act on his own, then he would get to experience what it felt like to have his home torn apart single-handedly by a pink-haired girl.
"Let's start with the North Blue. The Grand Line is still too far away from us. We can deal with other matters after we've swallowed up the underground world here."
Doflamingo was still rational, at least. He was not one of those hotheaded fools who shouted things like "I'll become the Pirate King" or "I'll win" before challenging the monsters of the sea.
Even when he had encountered Oran in Rogue Town, he had never considered openly becoming his enemy.
He had not even entered the Grand Line, while the other party had long since established himself there. The gap between them was painfully obvious.
The facts proved that someone like Kaido, who had an "eye for talent," was already considered decent. If he provoked someone like Red-haired, his ship would sink even faster.
Several days later, a Marine warship arrived at Firefly Island.
"His Majesty Oran, may you be well."
A boy of just over six approached with a wildflower picked from the roadside in his hand. He belonged to the first generation born after Piltover was founded and could be said to have grown up listening to Oran's stories.
In this nation, there was never any