In the Royal Palace of Dressrosa, the meeting room that had just experienced "justice from above" now held an eerie, oppressive atmosphere.
The once magnificent ceiling had vanished. Afternoon sunlight streamed straight down, illuminating the dust that had yet to settle completely, along with the enormous, ornate table in the middle of the room, now covered in fine cracks.
Donquixote Doflamingo sat upright at the head of the table, his pink feather coat somewhat glaring in the sunlight. His hands were clasped beneath his chin, and his sunglasses concealed his eyes, but his tightly pressed lips betrayed his inner unrest.
Aaron Ball sat calmly in the first seat to his right, relaxed and even a little languid, as though he were the master of this place.
His short, silvery-white hair gleamed coolly in the light, forming a stark contrast with Doflamingo's blazing pink.
Along both sides of the conference table, the family's officers stood ready, like a pack of wolves watching their prey.
The sticky Trebol sat directly opposite Boer, holding Sugar as she played with a teddy bear. His tiny eyes, hidden behind mucus, remained fixed on Boer, full of wariness.
Diamante sat in the second seat on the left, arms folded, his cape deliberately hardened like steel. His head held high, he glared at Boer with undisguised fury.
Pica, who had only recently regained consciousness and still smelled scorched from the electric shock, insisted on sitting in the third seat. The eyes behind his golden mask had lost all their earlier arrogance, leaving only deep apprehension and suppressed anger.
Her cheeks flushed, Baby 5 swayed her graceful figure as she flitted like a butterfly among flowers, pouring tea and water for everyone present. Her face shone with the happiness of being needed.
"Young master~ Would you like me