Pica stared, dumbfounded.
"H-he's that strong? This is the first time I've seen anyone withstand Doflamingo's God Thread." As he watched the two figures in the dust, his pupils shrank to pinpricks.
Viola and Buffalo stood there with their mouths hanging open.
Buffalo was stunned by Werther's strength. He had actually held his own against the Young Master.
Viola had never imagined a human could be so powerful. But the sight only deepened her despair—despair at Donquixote Doflamingo's strength, and at what lay ahead for her country.
Then she looked at Werther, and her eyes lit up. If he would help her, perhaps her country could be saved. But she remembered the rumors she had heard about him on Tutu Island, and the light in her eyes faded.
Even if he helped her defeat Donquixote Doflamingo, what would happen if Werther took the throne afterward? Judging by his rumored brutality, her country might be in even greater danger.
Werther, meanwhile, felt exhilarated. How long had it been since he left Black Iron Rock? How long since he had met a worthy opponent? Not even Onigumo had made him feel this way.
"Heh, heh, heh."
"Fuffuffuffuffu."
They laughed at the same time, as though the fight had left no hostility between them.
"Ferdinand wasn't lying after all. Werther, let's form an alliance. You, me, and Ferdinand—the three of us together.
Ferdinand's intelligence, my influence, and your strength. With all three combined, we'd be a force to reckon with even in the New World." Donquixote Doflamingo had clearly acknowledged Werther's strength and wanted him as an ally.
"An alliance? That's a good idea. All right, we're allies. If anything comes up, we can contact each other by Den Den Mushi. I haven't been at sea long, and I'm still some distance from