The sight of the abnormally large, outrageously arrogant man before them made Saki and the others tense, and they tightened their grips on their weapons.
They could guess that this man was undoubtedly responsible for the Daimyō's death.
But his terrifying, bizarre methods truly chilled them to the bone. The feeling that their own bodies no longer belonged to them was far from pleasant.
"What opportunity?"
"We all know you killed the Daimyō!"
Donquixote Doflamingo threw his head back and laughed, then sat down in the Daimyō's seat.
"Fufufufufufu!"
"So what? You have no proof. In fact, if I wished, I could decide whether you live or die with a single thought."
Saki fell silent, because he had to admit that the man was telling the truth.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads. Both Saki and the samurai present were tense beyond belief.
"W-what exactly do you want?"
One samurai asked in a trembling voice.
He had been the Daimyō's most loyal guard, yet today he had killed his lord with his own hands. His mind had shattered, and pain and despair left his entire body shaking.
"What do I want?"
"Fufufufufufu!"
Donquixote Doflamingo looked down at these terrified, helpless people, an icy, imperious smile spreading across his face.
"To take his place!"
"From today onward, I am your new Daimyō!"
Those words stunned everyone present.
Saki's expression changed dramatically, and he gritted his teeth. "The Daimyō may be dead, but he still has children. His bloodline lives on."
"Fufufufufufu."
"Then I'll kill them until none remain."
Donquixote Doflamingo laughed and slowly rose from his seat.
"My uncle once said something."
"Are kings, lords, generals, and ministers born to their stations?"
"If he could be Daimyō, then so can I."
"And I'll do a better job than he did."
Those words