A somewhat damp sea breeze swept across the deck. The cool wind against their skin was quite a pleasure in this rather scorching region.
On the deck, Dawn was chewing on cuttlefish while continuing his spiel... no, sharing his insights.
"The machines of our Ishtar Kingdom are also quite advanced, but they still cannot reach this level of intelligence."
Dawn gave an example. "All machines have programs. Human-like robots are not unheard of, but if it isn't a machine, then that would be rather terrifying. Mr. Fujitora, you understand what I mean, don't you?"
Fujitora nodded with a grave expression. "Naturally. A machine that can move, no matter how sophisticated, can still be regarded as a precision mechanism. But if even plush toys can do this... then I can only think of one possibility."
"Devil Fruit users."
As Dawn spoke, he looked at Fujitora and smiled. "I imagine you thought of it as well."
"Yes. If this was not accomplished through scientific machinery, then I can only explain it as one of those bizarre Devil Fruit abilities."
With the strength of a monster like Fujitora, he had naturally seen many storms and waves. After all, his two white eyes were proof enough—one look showed that he was a man with a story.
"So, Sir Dawn suspects that Dressrosa may be hiding darkness unknown to the public?"
It was not a matter of perhaps. It definitely was.
Though that was what Dawn thought, he still nodded and put on the appearance of discussing the matter, conversing with Fujitora as they guessed and analyzed.
After all, relationships needed communication to grow. If they fought Doflamingo as a boss together, they would have even more of a connection afterward.
Doflamingo's identity was rather special as well. Only by personally demonstrating the path he