At this moment, Tsuru, seated outside the prison, said, "Stop saying such embarrassing things."
"If that kind of fanciful world didn't exist back then, then only the current outcome is reality." Tsuru sat in her chair with her arms folded. "You failed."
Inside the prison, Doflamingo lay on his back on the floor, all four limbs bound. Wearing his red sunglasses with white frames, he bared his teeth in a grin. Then Doflamingo let out a low chuckle. "You really are impossible, hahaha."
Tsuru said, "You people know the ropes. What do you think the pirate world will become from now on?"
Doflamingo spoke up. "Then let me ask you instead—what do you think monsters who have broken free of their chains after being denied food will do?"
"Is there anyone on the seas still called the one standing at the pinnacle? Who is the king of these seas? Are the Emperors of the Sea one of the people caught in the net? Or are they the Seven Warlords, the smartest survivors on these seas? Or perhaps the brats of the Worst Generation?"
"None of them! The army of justice, the Marines, are the rulers of the seas. And among the Revolutionary Army, which represents the will of the people, there are powerful figures who cannot be underestimated."
Suddenly, Doflamingo began struggling violently. "And when and where will the D Clan, hidden deep within history, appear? Who will support whom, and who will betray whom? Go tell the Celestial Dragons of Mary Geoise—they will be dragged down from their pedestal!"
"Gol D. Roger dominated the Grand Line for twenty-five years. His archenemy, Whitebeard, never took the throne of the Pirate King. And now? Compared to the rapidly swelling number of pirates, there is only one vacant chair. Do you understand?