Diamante lowered his eyes and sighed.
Within the family, he was closest to Trebol.
They were about the same age. When the family was first founded, they had faced the nobles' harassment, the thugs' provocations, and the constables' cold stares together.
Theirs was a bond forged by trudging through the mud together.
And unlike the other exceptionally gifted "family members,"
Diamante and Trebol, though far more talented than ordinary people, were nowhere near Rossi or Doffy.
Even Vergo surpassed them.
"You bastard... how could you just die?"
"Pah, you're the one who's dead-"
The voice actually came from Trebol's "headless body."
From inside it.
Squelch.
A head emerged from the severed neck, tilted to one side, and looked at the others.
Meanwhile, the "head" that had rolled to the ground
was rapidly collapsing and melting into a puddle of tea-colored, viscous liquid.
"Damn it... I, I thought... my head really had come off too."
Trebol's lips trembled, his face frighteningly pale. Clearly, he had yet to recover from the shock.
Most striking was the bald patch on top of his head, as though some sharp weapon had roughly scraped it, exposing a large stretch of deathly white scalp.
Combined with his already unappealing face, he looked exactly like a monster that had crawled out of a swamp.
"Ha-"
Rossi, who had just propped himself up, could not help squeezing a short laugh out of his throat.
"Torre, you're quite a sight."
"I told you to get more exercise, but you insisted on slacking off. Learned your lesson now?"
His words were mocking, but seeing that Trebol was still breathing finally lifted the weight from Rossi's chest.
In the instant before he lost consciousness, he had all but believed Trebol was dead.
Now it seemed that the fellow's Observation Haki, combined