Dressrosa Kingdom.
It was a famous tourist island in the New World, known as the "Land of Love and Passion."
The scent of flowers filled the island, which was renowned for its delicacies. Alongside the food and music, its young, fiery dancers were another major attraction.
The country's biggest entertainment, gladiator tournaments featuring warriors known as "sword fighters," drew countless tourists.
That was why it was one of the few countries in the New World famed for its wealth.
A fairy-tale cheer filled every street and alley.
Inside a lavish building in Dressrosa Kingdom.
Doflamingo lay on a balcony lounge chair in a pink coat and cropped pants. As he soaked up the sun, he gazed through his glasses at the colorful country before him.
Ever since he had chosen to become a pirate, Doflamingo had set his sights on this country. He intended to make it his own.
For an ordinary pirate, invading and ruling a World Government Member State would have been a pipe dream. But Doflamingo was different. He was a Celestial Dragon, a descendant of the Donquixote Family that had once ruled this country.
His father's foolish actions had gotten him cast out of the Celestial Dragons, but having once been one still let him do as he pleased on these seas.
Celestial Dragon meant privilege. That was an unchanging truth of this world.
And when the Marines and the World Government foolishly proposed the Seven Warlords Plan, Doflamingo saw an even greater opportunity.
He had thought the tide of this era might have run its course. He had not expected the real surprise to be only just beginning...
Creak...
The door opened, and Trebol stepped inside. A member of the Donquixote Family and wielder of the Sticky-Sticky Fruit, he looked like a scruffy middle-aged man.