If Rosinante was foolish enough to come before him, Doflamingo would show no mercy. He would kill him outright, just as he had killed their foolish father.
But Doflamingo was not stupid enough to do it himself.
Rosinante's position was unusual. He was Admiral Sengoku's adopted son, and soon he would be the Fleet Admiral's adopted son.
Rosinante had certainly been lucky. He had found himself a powerful protector.
The sight of that righteous face made Doflamingo sick.
He had paid an untold price to survive, yet Rosinante had chosen to leave simply because he had killed their father.
He was exactly like their foolish father.
Rosinante stood among the ranks of elite soldiers. Thanks to Sengoku, he had been given a place near the front.
Though they were brothers, Rosinante's talent could not compare to Doflamingo's.
No one had taught Doflamingo. He had found his own way to grow stronger, yet even so, he had shown monstrous potential.
And Rosinante? He was ordinary. As Sengoku's adopted son, he had received far more instruction and had been able to build a solid foundation.
He had even spent time in the Elite Training Camp.
He was fairly strong among the elite soldiers, but in the end, he was still just a soldier. He did not even qualify to become an officer at Marine Headquarters.
Taking his place in the formation would be a distinction on his record and let him witness the ceremony honoring those who had fought in the war.
Rosinante also wanted to use the opportunity to see his older brother, Doflamingo.
For years, the Marines had been short of personnel because of one campaign after another.
Meanwhile, the Donquixote Family had grown rapidly under Doflamingo's leadership, using astonishing methods.
That was why Sengoku had never agreed to let