[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The sky was slightly bright, and the morning sun fell into the rolling ocean currents. The breeze blew the military flag with the seagull pattern on the white background, causing ripples in the air.

The large sailing ship parallel to the warship was gilded with a layer of golden red by the morning light, in harmony with its own red and white tones. The vermilion bow was decorated with a figure of Hermes wearing a pure gold laurel crown. Perhaps it is thanks to this unusually large plaster statue that the seemingly gorgeous and cumbersome fully equipped sailboat can actually catch up with the naval warship sailing at full speed.

Compared to warships, which are war weapons that require the entire country's heavy industry to build, the Laurel's sailing speed and driving method are nothing short of miraculous.

Although there are three actual masts, their significance may only be to show off the flag of the Dionysus Troupe - represented by a long sword wrapped with rose vines. The Laurel does not need to rely on wind power to move forward, nor does it rely on sails to adjust its direction. The navigator uses sophisticated observation instruments in the control room to complete the sea state assessment, determine the course and destination, and then feedback to Dini, and you are done.

The Laurel is often witnessed as a ghost ship because it is completely driven by "human power". As a creation of Dini, this physical sailing ship has the same properties as the offshore platform Rorgion. As long as Dini supplies it, They can run smoothly forever.

To take it to the extreme, no matter what happens to Dini, as long as she still exists in the world, all of Dini's creations can maintain their status quo by virtue of her power.

This is why the Laurel can still follow the warship towards Mariegioa even though Dini has had a high fever for two full days and is currently in a coma.

Before returning to the room, Dini deliberately told her assistant not to disturb her if anything happened.

But she misjudged her physical condition. The growing fever and pain that would leave with the sunrise in the past few days showed no sign of abating. This also caused vague problems in her throat and lungs, even when she was unconscious. Coughing painfully.

Sierra was very anxious when Dini didn't show up at noon the next day. She also thought about Miss Wienna solemnly telling her not to call her, but it was past the rehearsal time. How could Miss Wienna not even come out for lunch? Woolen cloth.

She squatted on the floor of the office with her face wrinkled and her head in her arms, and started yelling.

"Ah, really, should I call Miss Wienna? There's no one to bring her food!"

A simple and honest girl from a Beihai fisherman family instinctively believes that eating is a major event in life. No matter how busy she is, Miss Wienna must eat on time. After all, her Miss Wienna seems to be not as strong as herself.

But Miss Wienna's expression was really serious when she asked me. If I don't obey and disturb her, will I be disliked by Miss Wienna?

Sierra grabbed her short black hair and began to wander, her eyes becoming more and more confused.

"Brumuru, burubru."

The phone in the office rang.

This phone bug rarely rang. Sierra once thought it was just an ornament with unknown meaning. After all, it looked so weird.

How could there be a phone bug with pink feathers and strangely shaped eyes? It looked like a phone bug that could only be raised by a stinky man with bad taste. But the person who brought it back was Miss Wienna. Sera, a loyal fan, thought hard and thought that there must be a deep meaning in it that a fool like herself could not understand.

Later she accidentally discovered that Miss Wienna would hold her face in one hand and stare at it in concentration, and then let out a long sigh. During the few times she called, Miss Wienna would angrily hang up the phone, get up with a smile and go back to the room, ignoring the dog's insistent calls again and again behind her.

Sierra, who was squatting in the corner, stood up in a hurry and walked quickly to the desk, hesitating whether to answer the call.

When Miss Vienna was around, at least Sierra never saw her answer the phone bug. But Miss Wienna would stare at it with that hopeful look, not knowing what she was thinking.

Obviously the entire "Laurel" is decorated in a magnificent and elegant ancient Roman style, but this strange phone bug has always occupied the most conspicuous position of this priceless mahogany desk.

If you really didn't want to answer this phone call bug, you would have thrown it into the warehouse to eat ashes.

Maybe you can pick it up?

"Really, I don't want to think about it that much! Take it first and then talk about it!"

Sierra, who was still thinking brightly, patted her face with both hands, took a deep breath, quickly reached out and picked up the phone, held it in her palm, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, this is the Dionysian drama"

Before she could finish her words, she was drowned out by an irritable man's voice.

"I'm not looking for you. Where is your troupe leader? Where is she now? Let her answer the phone!"

The phone bug that Serrato was bobbing angrily up and down in his hand could almost be seen as a tic-tac-toe on its head.

Ha, you know from this tone that he must be the owner of this ugly phone bug! How dare he talk to himself so arrogantly? What right does a failed suitor who has never called Miss Wienna have to yell at himself as the assistant to the group leader?

Although he did sound anxious and his voice was as hoarse as gravel, this was not the reason for him to be so rude.

"Sorry! Miss Wienna is still resting in the room, please don't call me again!"

She originally expected him to provide her with some clues, but Miss Wienna locked herself in her room without eating, and she didn't want to spend more time with him.

"Why is she surrounded by idiots like you! Listen, take your best doctor to her room immediately, immediately!"

In the first half of the sentence, he called him a fool, and then he yelled to go find a doctor. After contacting the cause and effect, Sierra finally understood that something was wrong in this roar. She subconsciously obeyed his words and didn't even hang up the phone. She held it in her hand and ran out of the office while shouting on her high heels. .

"Doctor Lance! Tell Dr. Lance to go to Miss Vienna's room immediately!"

She heard the little phone bug express the rage of the man over there with a loud voice that did not fit its size. If that man was right opposite her, maybe she would have been torn to pieces by now.

"No matter what method you use, even if you call Kuzan from the navy, you must go in and cure her."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to call Lieutenant General Kuzan!" Serra listened to his command and asked the actors who came after hearing the sound to quickly call Lieutenant General Kuzan on the warship.

Hey, why would I obey his words unconsciously? It's so strange, this feeling is like the kind of irresistible order that Miss Wienna only has.

Dr. Lance, who was carrying a first aid kit, hurried over with a group of people, and Sierra ran with her to the sidemost room on the third floor of the Laurel. Because it was both spacious, independent, and secluded and unique, it was strongly praised by the members. It is recommended to build the most luxurious and spacious new lounge for the troupe leader.

The disadvantage is that it is too far. As a large sailing ship, the Laurel takes eight minutes to travel from the office in the center of the first floor to Dini's room.

Sera, whose physical strength was beyond that of ordinary people, could still speak normally. She kept asking the people behind her if they had called Lieutenant General Kuzan. After receiving a positive answer, she reported it to the phone bug who had not heard anything for a long time.

"Sir, Lieutenant General Kuzan has arrived. We are about to go to Miss Vienna's bedroom."

She continued running, waiting for a reply from this mysterious gentleman.

"Sir? Sir? Are you still there? I would like to ask, who are you? You seem to be very aware of Miss Wienna's current situation. If you"

The phone bug wearing a pink feather coat interrupted Sera's question with a ferocious expression that should not have appeared on him, gritting his teeth.

"Shut up, I'm not in the mood to talk to you."

Doflamingo, who had stayed up all night trying to contact Dini in various ways, stood in the ruins, even though it was a normal and tidy captain's cabin a day ago.

That damn clay doll was also joking with him. When Dini asked him, he could still feel the touch of the hard clay rubbing against his skin in his inner pocket. Why did it turn into a fucking bag of pebbles?

Doflamingo raised his foot and kicked down the small wooden table in front of him. The wine bottles with bottoms left on them fell to the ground and shattered, making a loud noise that made people even more angry and upset.

The man wearing a black shirt did not wear a brightly colored tie as usual, and his shirt was wide open to his waist. The veins on his neck were like a dragon dormant under his skin, roaring in an attempt to vent his rage.

The purple and pink diamond flamingo pendant around his neck was illuminated by the faint skylight coming from the window, emitting an unsettling light.

Thanks to Dini's tight-knit secrecy, he didn't even have a legitimate identity when talking to her subordinates.

Pressing down his ring finger, he pulled the box containing wine from far away. Doflamingo, who was in a terrible mood, began to curse.

Who am I and who can I be? The family she grew up with, her captain, her [protagonist], or a man who can never get her?

Doflamingo had never talked openly about these matters with her, nor had he ever received a solemn promise from her.

Their days are still long, and his career has just opened up the tip of the iceberg. Dini is like a kite pulled by him. No matter how far she goes or goes around, she will always come back to him. He firmly believed in this, so he had the confidence to wait for Dini to surrender to him first.

The image Dini has always shown is so reassuring. She never gets hurt or tired. She is an elegant and efficient hunter at all times. This not only confused herself, but also created wrong psychological expectations for Doflamingo.

Before her dream, he did not know that she would die, and he had never seen her in such a bad physical condition.

Just as Doflamingo unscrewed the wine bottle with a sullen expression, Sera and others who had already run to the front of Dini's room were joining Kuzan who was coming from the warship. Sierra stepped forward and knocked on the door to ask if Dini was awake and about to go out for dinner. When she received no response, she turned the door handle vigorously and tried to push the door in, but found that she could not break the door with brute force.

This was the reason why Doflamingo asked her to call Kuzan. It was impossible for Dini to seal herself off without making any preparations and try to break the door that she had reinforced with her own power. There was probably no one on these two ships. That's what Lieutenant General Kuzan can do.

"Ah la la la, let me try it, please stay back."

Lieutenant General Kuzan, who had a relaxed tone but a solemn look on his face, took a step forward. Sera walked around behind him and nervously observed his movements.

Kuzan ignored the thought of "Will I have to pay for kicking her door down?" and kicked the door hard when it was blocked by ice.

The carved solid wood door covered with frost fell backward unwillingly, and the sunlight broke out from behind it and rushed into the room, lighting up half of the room. There was no figure of Dini here.

"The bedroom is the room on the front left."

Sierra explained to Kuzan and walked to the left. Kuzan, who was one step ahead of her, used the same method to open the door of Dini's bedroom without hesitation. When he walked into the room, he turned on the light on the wall with his backhand. The room, which had been immersed in darkness, came into full view.

Sera, who was following Kuzan closely, was not blocked by his tall stature. Her eyes were stimulated by the sudden light, but she did not dare to close her eyes to slow down. She tried her best to open her eyes wide to see the room clearly. situation there.

By the time she saw what was happening, she couldn't even find her own voice.

"Miss Vienna——!"

The phone bug fell to the ground, and the microphone fell from it. The crunch of high heels on the floor and the panic and noisy shouts of the crowd passed through the receiver.

The woman with her cheeks burned crimson huddled on the floor. She was still wearing the vest and trousers she wore during rehearsal, her thin body was shaking weakly, and her sweat-soaked red hair covered half of her face and hung down weakly.

Kuzan, who was rushing at the front, quickly picked her up and put her back on the bed, turning sideways to make room for Dr. Lance behind her.

Doflamingo, who could only roughly understand the situation at the scene through the phone bug, put the receiver close to his ear, trying to find out as much as possible about Dini's situation.

However, everyone in the room immediately fell into a commotion after hearing that the doctor said that Dini's fever must be reduced as soon as possible, otherwise it may cause inflammation of the lungs and even the heart.

No one cared what the vicious phone bug at the door was saying.

Dr. Lance immediately decided to use physical cooling methods to ease Dini's body temperature first. Transferring her rashly before the fever subsided might aggravate the lung infection.

The humanoid ice machine standing next to the bed raised the beam. He quickly raised his hand to freeze half of Dini's body, and heard Dr. Lance yelling at him in disbelief.

"Do you want to freeze to death Miss Wienna? I'm talking about part of the torso and neck!"

"Ah, sorry, I thought this would be faster."

He hurriedly took the towel from Sierra and returned it to her after cooling it. Dr. Lance instructed Sierra to help Dini wipe her body to dissipate heat, and drove out other irrelevant personnel.

"Hey, I also want to help Miss Wienna wipe it."

"Get me out!"

The roaring female doctor scared away the crowd of people who were watching. They walked out in three steps and turned back, wanting to see if Dini would wake up in the next second.

Until Mina, the actress at the end of the line, slowly closed the door, Dini showed no sign of regaining consciousness.

Mina was also considerate and took the phone bug back to the office after she was almost stepped on.

Dini, who was still in a coma, had a frighteningly high body temperature, so Sierra had to rinse her eyes with cold water and wipe her chest and armpits with a towel over and over again.

The gloomy female doctor gave Dini a fever-reducing injection, and told Selah that there was no need to help her cool down anymore and to call Lieutenant General Kuzan over.

Kuzan, who was wandering in the living room, was invited into the room and faced Lance's hesitant face.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, you can do it to partially cool down your forehead."

What's going on? You look so distrustful. Kuzan nodded sullenly to give himself a little more credibility.

He put his finger on Dini's forehead. Kuzan, who had already mastered the ability, controlled the ice to travel from the surface of her skin, cooling down the temperature without damaging the nerves in her head.

Kuzan put his other hand into the pocket of his windbreaker, looked down at Dini's expression, and asked Dr. Lance next to him what to do next.

Lance had no time to talk to him and stared at Dini intently. Not surprisingly, he found that her eyes closed a little tighter and then slowly relaxed.

As she expected, ordinary methods could not lower Miss Wienna's temperature at all, but Lieutenant General Kuzan, a Devil Fruit user, could affect her.

"Then please first ask the Lieutenant General to help Miss Wienna cool down. I have something to prepare myself."

She raised her head and said to Sera, who was looking at Dini sniffling, "Sera, come here and do me a favor."

"Huh? Well, okay." Sara reluctantly left Dini's bed, walking pitifully like a large dog forced to leave its owner.

Outside the bedroom, there was the sound of iron hitting the ground, mixed with a few words: "Dr. Lance, what are the symbols on the ground?" "It's my magic circle." "Huh? Doctors can draw magic circles. "Is that true?" "Who has ever admitted that I am a doctor? I am a wizard! A wizard!"

Kuzan stared at Dini in a daze, and the machine repeated the action of raising his hand to cool her down again.

The bright house fell into an anxious silence.

"Well"

After a while, he caught a faint sound like a mosquito.

"Ah la la la, don't move in a hurry yet, I'm going to call the doctor back."

After regaining some consciousness, Dini raised her eyelids with difficulty. Her face was still blushing and her eyes were not as clear as before. As if a distant voice reached her ears, Dini turned her head stiffly to find out who was speaking, and vaguely felt a hand touching her forehead.

The ice was cold and not bone-chilling, and the splitting headache I had just now was relieved a lot.

Her pupils were still slightly dilated, and she could only vaguely detect a huge black figure looking down at her, gradually overlapping with someone in her memory.

He is leaving.

Every muscle was in pain as if it were being torn apart. It was as if someone had cut it apart and then put it back together again. The sound in the eardrums was so harsh that every note was a torture.

But she still used all her strength to raise her arms, and held the hand that was leaving her forehead extremely slowly, as if she was seizing the only chance left, and as if she was saying her final farewell.

"do not go."

The hoarse, weak voice begged him.

The person whose hand she grabbed froze in place, and suddenly felt that his fingers were the most precious existence in the world. As a user with the frozen fruit ability, it seemed that he had never experienced such heat. It was so hot that he wanted to take back his hand, but he was worried. Don't dare to move anything.

"What about that, Vienna?"

The man whose skin was so dark that no change in his complexion could be seen, his eyes widened under his sunglasses, and he stared dumbfoundedly as Dini pulled his hand to her face and rubbed it as if she was attached to him.

"Don't call me Vienna."

The woman's voice was not ugly because of the dryness and pain. It also gave her already somewhat cold voice a metallic texture. This murmur sounded like a request and an order. The tail end was breathy due to exhaustion, making it easier to hear. Some people experience a numbing sensation from the tail vertebrae to the scalp.

She closed her eyes again, enjoying the return of the coolness. Her chaotic brain had not yet realized what the coldness meant, and her body felt much more comfortable, urging her to return to the dreamland to replenish her strength.

Kuzan, who was forced to bend down and get close to her, could only put his other hand on the edge of the bed. The pure black windbreaker covered the area above her head with a large shadow, as if wrapping her whole body.

He had never looked at her so closely, let alone been in such close contact with her. Besides, she was still holding his hand and placing it against his face, being so obedient and gentle that it was unbelievable.

No matter how dark his skin is, he can still see the blush that cannot be concealed at this moment. He was caught off guard by this sudden "throwing himself into his arms".

Stop acting like an old virgin, Kuzan, give it a try. After encouraging himself in this way, he bit the bullet and continued to ask despite his pounding heartbeat.

"Do I have any other options?"

Silence is the best answer, but her even breathing must also be added.

"Vienna? Little Vienna?"

The eyelashes of the woman holding Kuzan's hand trembled, but she had no intention of waking up.

"Don't just go to sleep after doing something like this!"

After Kuzan's appetite was whetted, he poured cold water on all his thoughts. Of course, he didn't dare to drag Dini up from the bed by her collar, or shout into her ears. I had no choice but to grumble a few words and then sit back on my chair resignedly.

But it wasn't until Dr. Lance came into the room panting with a soul-calling bell that he secretly withdrew his hand from Dini's face.

There was no way, the touch on her hands was so good, and her face was so beautiful, no one could refuse this opportunity.

Kuzan defended himself mentally.