Gol D. Roger had been captured by the Navy!
Pirate King Roger had been caught?!
The news swept across every sea like a storm without warning.
Before a wave that would shake the world order itself, the replacement of a Shichibukai seemed like an insignificant speck of dust.
"He only just took the throne... and the Navy took him down without a sound. This..."
On the deck of the Cold Crow · Numancia Flamingo, Trebol and the others clutched the newly arrived newspapers and exchanged speechless looks.
Sunlight passed through the porthole, cutting alternating stripes of light and shadow across the wooden floor.
Rossi put down his newspaper, its edges creased slightly by his grip.
The room was quiet, save for the sea wind moaning through the rigging.
"So he was... caught in the end."
He spoke quietly, his gaze resting on the rolling sea outside.
Doflamingo sat in the high-backed chair opposite him, tapping his fingertips rhythmically against the armrest.
The sound was soft, yet carried an unquestionable weight. "Fufufu... what a disappointing ending."
His lips curved, his eyes unreadable behind his glasses. "He made such a commotion, only for it all to end without a sound."
"That isn't necessarily bad for us."
Rossi turned, leaning back against the window frame.
Light poured in behind him, outlining him in silhouette. "The more chaotic the world becomes, the safer certain secrets are."
The others in the room exchanged glances.
They all knew what that secret was-the identity running in the brothers' blood, and the plan that had to remain buried in darkness.
An enemy's enemy was not necessarily a friend, but could at least serve as a distraction.
"Unfortunately, the tool wasn't sharp enough."
Doflamingo stood and walked to the ** of the room.
His shadow stretched across the floor.