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Charlotte Linlin licked the cream off her fingers, her gaze moving between Doflamingo and Rossi. "If you dare make such a demand, you must have the confidence to back it up."
She grinned.
"And I like confident young people best."
Doflamingo leaned back against his chair again, his sunglasses
A soldier-like chess piece held up the photo frame and delivered it to the enormous woman beside the seat of honor.
She took the frame, a smile of almost childlike purity blooming across her lined face.
"Sister is smiling at me again today."
My gaze swept over the yellowed photograph.
If I shattered it now and followed up with a slash, the person seated there would collapse like rotten wood.
The Steel Body she relied on to run rampant might not have its roots in flesh and blood-when something she cherished was destroyed, some power acting upon her would dissipate, leaving that body more fragile than a newborn infant.
Perhaps it was some talent deeply rooted in her soul, an innate protection, something like a variant of Haki?
The thought merely brushed through my mind like a breeze.
I looked away.
The Family had no old grudge against Charlotte. Taking her life would bring no benefit and would instead invite the relentless pursuit of her dozens of children.
It was not worth the cost.
"Mamamama... I invited you all here today to join our two families through marriage."
Her booming laughter shook the air.
The woman in the seat of honor clearly had not noticed that fleeting murderous intent.
Once several figures from the Underworld had taken their seats one after another, she waved her thick hand.
"Since your family is mostly boys, I suppose I'll have to let my daughters come out and meet our guests."
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