Three Empresses
In a lavish living room in the Villa District on King's Plateau in Dressrosa...
A group of people sat around a table on a semicircular sofa.
On the open floor in front of the sofa lay a gaunt, middle-aged man in tattered clothes.
He lay there, struggling to breathe and move.
Every so often, he coughed up foul blood, staining the spotless floor dark red and black.
His eyes were bloodshot. There was nothing human left in his gaze, only a lifelessness tinged with madness.
Stubble covered his face, which had gone who knew how long without washing. Smeared with blood, he looked terrifying.
"So this is the man Caesar sent? What a pleasant surprise, Doffy."
This was the man Caesar claimed had eaten the Divine Dragon Fruit. Momonosuke had eaten the Divine Dragon Fruit too, yet he had suffered nothing like the misery of the man before them.
Caesar was obviously lying. The Divine Dragon Fruit was probably still sitting in the secret research facility on Punk Hazard.
Doflamingo's expression darkened. He refused to believe Vegapunk would make such a worthless fruit, and Werther could not possibly want a fruit that left its user like this.
"Looks like Caesar has made his position clear. Even if I wanted to protect him, I can't now. We'll do as we agreed. As long as he lives, do whatever you want with him.
Buffalo, take Werther to Punk Hazard."
"Yes, Young Master. I'll get ready."
At his Young Master's order, Buffalo left the living room to prepare his flying gear.
Werther's eyes lit up. Why hadn't he thought of having Buffalo take him to Punk Hazard? It would be fast, and he could get a ride back too.
Before long, Buffalo returned to the living room in a loose, dark-yellow