A thug?
Are they talking about me?
They wanted to kill me before?
Bellamy stopped in his tracks, unwilling to believe what he had heard. He shook his head, trying to cast off the ugly thoughts, and shouted at Jora and Gladius, "What are you talking about? Aren't I part of the Donquixote Family? Look! Lord Doflamingo gave us permission to use this emblem!"
As he spoke, Bellamy pulled open his shirt to show them the emblem more clearly. He wanted to prove that he was still the Bellamy who admired Doflamingo.
But their response crushed him.
"Huh? Part of the family? Don't make me laugh!"
Now that they had turned on each other, Jora no longer cared about keeping quiet on Doflamingo's orders. "The Young Master was playing with you from the start. He intends to rule the world! Why would he give a second glance to a thug like you, playing at being a pirate?"
"You were just a pawn the Young Master toyed with when he was bored. An insect like you, part of the family? What a joke!"
Gladius delivered the final blow. "If you hadn't shown up here, honestly, we wouldn't even have remembered who you were."
They're joking... right?
What they said was so outrageous that Bellamy could hardly believe it. Yet the undisguised mockery in their eyes made it painfully clear they were telling the truth.
"You're lying!"
Bellamy suddenly roared, "Lord Doflamingo! Come out here and tell me what I mean to you!"
He had set sail from prosperous Nothis because he admired the "Pride of the North Blue." The day Doflamingo allowed him to use the Donquixote Pirates' emblem, Bellamy had thought himself the happiest man alive.
And now, what was he hearing?
All of it was just a game?
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