[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

Dreams are always vain and unrealistic.

How could there be a little girl who walked around holding heavy objects for nearly two hours without resting in real life?

Doflamingo rarely got tired of this boring and monotonous journey with his head covered. In the past, whether he went out on inspections with the cadres or wandered by himself, he always had to find some fun to cheer himself up from time to time, so as not to worry and get angry at random random ghosts.

A pink cat's head emerged from the middle of the tattered black burqa. The big cat looked up at the girl with her pursed lips, comparing it bit by bit with the appearance in his memory.

He couldn't see it because of the fire just now. Why does she have black hair? He had no idea of ​​her black hair.

Doflamingo murmured inwardly, feeling that it was his subconscious that caused the subtle changes in her in the dream.

So, I want to see what she looks like with black hair?

His thinking head was suddenly pushed back into the robe by the girl, and she comforted him with a smile.

"We're just around the corner to my house. I'll aggrieve you a little longer."

Her huge burqa was filled with the smell of soap locust mixed with grass, and a few wisps of light floral fragrance, which was clean and gentle.

She didn't expect that she could smell such a familiar scent in her dream. The cat huddled in her arms gradually became satisfied with the dream, changed its posture, and slowly raised its tail.

He almost forgot how long it had been since he had been able to stay with someone so peacefully.

A cat will be a cat, no one knows it's Doflamingo anyway.

"Mom, Leon, I'm back."

The woman who was waiting anxiously at the door with her luggage saw that her little daughter had finally returned, and she quickly ran over to confirm her safety.

"My baby is finally back. Nothing happened on the way."

"Can she come back if she meets her? Mom really can't speak."

Is this her home?

Doflamingo, who was becoming more and more interested in this novel dream of his, struggled to stick his head out again and met the eyes of the person who was helping the girl take off her robe.

He is a little boy with black hair, he looks to be no more than ten years old. He smiled evilly and reached out to grab the cat.

"Leon, don't do anything to this child."

The girl took a step back and held the cat tightly to her chest, twisting her body to prevent him from touching it.

"Stingy guy, if you don't touch it, you won't touch it. That's why you are interested in this suspicious animal with weird colors."

He put one hand on his hip and raised the other hand in front of him to point at her.

"And how many times have I told you, brother, do you understand? Brother, you rude little brat."

She made a face and said disdainfully.

"It's just Leon, stop dreaming."

"Hey - stinky girl, I'm in pain today."

The woman with long black hair came over dragging her suitcase and punched the little boy firmly on the back of the head. She then gently picked up the angry girl with obvious partiality.

"Asterion, get along well with your sister."

The mother bent down and put the two children's heads on the side of her neck, speaking softly and firmly.

"You two are the closest people in the world. You should hold hands at all times and never get separated."

The cat in the girl's arms smelled a strong floral fragrance from the woman. This cabin was not luxurious but warm enough. The lilies and roses in front of the door were in excellent condition. It was in full bloom right now, and the cat was so fragrant. The animal became dizzy.

Doflamingo turned around and buried his head in the girl's arms.

Seeing that she still had a straight face and refused to speak, the boy scratched his head, blushed and stretched out his hand to her. The girl thought for a while, then held the cat and freed up a hand to shake hands with him.

"This is a good mother's boy."

The woman left a loving kiss on each of the two children's faces, lovingly watched her son make a fuss, and said some evasive words, "I'm an older child, so don't do this."

She tied the heavier bundle on the floor to herself, handed it to her son Asterion a little lighter, then knelt down and put a clean robe on her daughter, wrapping her little face completely in the burqa. inside.

"Leah, do you remember what I said?"

The little girl put the cat in her arms on the ground and obediently raised her arms to pass through her sleeves.

"Remember, don't let others see Leah's hair, and don't tell strangers her real name."

Listening to the childish answer, the woman's tired face was filled with a sense of relief, and she kissed the girl's cheek again, with great reluctance.

"My little rose, wait a little longer and you won't need to hide when you follow me back to your hometown."

"It's okay, Mom."

This sentence almost made the woman cry. She was afraid that her emotions would affect her two children again, so she quickly changed the subject.

"I haven't said hello to the new member of the family yet. What is this child's name?"

The black-haired woman looked at the pink long-haired cat that had been staring at her for a long time, and reached out to touch its head.

You don't need to know.

Doflamingo didn't have much kindness left for unnecessary people. He had just looked at the woman who should be her mother, and was a little surprised that this woman had almost no resemblance to her. To be able to give birth to such a beautiful daughter, this woman has an average appearance and can barely be considered gentle and pleasant.

It's true that the male master of their family is missing, but it's just a dream, and it's understandable that there are any mistakes in the details.

He wanted to give this reckless woman some color, so he quickly stretched out his paw to scratch her hand, but she held it and shook it before he could lift it halfway.

Damn it, why can't you pull it back?

The woman let the big cat struggle to pull back its paws, its tail snapping loudly. She smiled and continued to squeeze his paw pads and rock them.

"He is a good and polite boy. What name does Leah want to give him?"

Even if a person's movements become slower in a dream, even if he is a cat now, he cannot be inferior to an ordinary human woman.

Before the distinguished cat could furrow his fur because of the shame, someone behind him grabbed his waist and picked him up from the ground.

"I can't give him a name, he has his own name."

"Can Leah tell me his name?"

"Well - but I don't know yet."

Seeing her daughter's face wrinkled in distress, the woman rubbed her little head lovingly.

"Then wait until Leah returns to her hometown with me and then share his name with me."

The girl stretched out her right little finger and handed it to her.

"Okay, Leah and her mother have made an agreement."

His fingers, which were much larger than hers but equally slender, hooked the girl's little finger and raised his thumb to touch her. The woman covered her chest and sighed as if her heart was about to stop.

"Why is our Leah so cute? She's much better than that little brat Leon."

Leon, who had been packing his things alone while the two of them enjoyed the tender time of mother and daughter, said angrily "Huh?", got up angrily and walked over.

"I really need to bring this strange cat with me. Don't you think there's something wrong with him? How can any cat wear such fancy sunglasses?"

The woman who was nuzzling her daughter's soft face stopped smiling and looked at her son with disgust.

"Isn't this normal? Don't make a fuss."

He raised his voice in disbelief and spoke extremely fast.

"This is a cat! How can an ordinary cat wear sunglasses? What if he is disguised as a person with some ability and abducts this little idiot!"

When he was scolding his mother who often didn't understand common sense, the cat, who was napping in the girl's arms, seemed to be impatient by his reaction. He turned around with a low growl and rubbed his plush buttocks. She didn't even look at him.

If Doflamingo hadn't been a cat right now, if he hadn't been nestled in her arms, the boy would have shut his mouth forever at the first syllable.

What a noisy brat, why is he so unlike her, not cute at all.

The result of the inner irritability being externalized was that the girl found that the cat in her arms had been whimpering. She followed his fur in a comforting movement and glared at the black-haired boy reproachfully.

"Leon is a troublemaker and this kid is scared of you."

"Why am I scared? I think he is scared because I exposed him. Hand him over quickly and let me take a look."

The black-haired boy put the suitcase in his hand on the ground, trying to grab the pink long-haired cat in the girl's arms.

The box was thrust back into his hand by the woman. The girl hid behind the woman, holding the cat and smiling provocatively at him. He took the box and rushed forward with two children. The two children gathered around the woman's windbreaker. You chase me.

"Okay, my little warrior, when mom served Miss Crestina, she saw more than this strange animal mom, and Leah must know it too."

"There is no room for cats here now, so just think of it as a good thing to bring him."

The woman grabbed the boy by the back of his collar and looked solemnly at the night sky that had pressed down like black clouds.

"It's time for the ship to arrive. Children, be sure to follow mom closely."

The boy also became quiet and tied the cloth parcel around his body without saying a word.

"understood."

The woman, who covered her face with a wide-brimmed hat, made sure again and again that her daughter's cloak was not in danger of falling off as she moved, and then picked up her packed luggage. He held the girl's hand and left the beach house where the three of them, mother and son, had spent many pleasant moments.

The little black-haired boy followed behind his mother and sister with a stern face, looking like a young and mature adult. His shadow was stretched by the moonlight to a length that was not his, like an adult with a broad back and strong arms. man.

Occasionally, the evening wind would bring clouds over to cover the corner of the bright moon, and the shadow of the family reflected on the sand would be fragmented and cut into two poles separated by yin and yang.

The long-haired cat, as pink as the sunset, followed the little girl lightly, its fluffy paws grinding on the wet gravel, and every few steps it took, it subconsciously shook the sand particles stuck to its flesh pad.

The dream felt so real that it was jaw-dropping.

Doflamingo complained that the sensitivity of this sensor was so damn accurate, he looked up at the little girl who was tightly wrapped in a black robe, and made an action that even he couldn't understand.

"Meow--"

The girl in front paused when she heard the sound, and let go of the woman's hand. She turned her head and squatted down. She held the long-haired cat's arm and lifted him up into her arms.

"Hey, pet cats are troublesome. You really like them so much. When I get back to my hometown, I'll catch a lively one for you."

She shook her head and rejected the boy's awkward kindness, hugging the cat tighter, with a warm smile in her voice.

"I just want him."

Still this kind of smiling look suits her. When he followed him before, when did he make her cry like this all day long?

Doflamingo, who had been reduced to a cat, still had an outstanding sense of domineering. He keenly captured her mood gradually sinking after hearing "Crestina".

Now that she was in a dream, he naturally wanted to see more of her vivid expressions, and there was no such thing as a grimace.

Her moderately strong touch came to his forehead. Although he still felt that he was in a dream, his swollen mind gradually became clearer. He felt comfortable as the blood flowed through his internal organs, and his mood was also controlled by his physiology and made him happy.

The girl listened to the slight purr of the cat in her arms, raised her eyes and scratched his chin.

The group of people walked to the coast, and the boatman holding the fishing boat raised his arms and shouted to urge them. The little boy jumped onto the boat with big strides, and filled the cabin with luggage together with the boatman.

"It's a good thing you're still here, Knight Herrich."

The boatman had a terrible scar on his right eye. He sighed deeply, took the suitcase from the woman's hand and loaded it onto the fishing boat, lamenting the unfairness of the world.

"My whole life belongs to the Grand Duke's family. Even though I am just an old skeleton that is about to run out of oil, it is worth it for the Grand Duke."

The wooden suitcase that has been carefully protected by the woman is surrounded by sterling silver. Roses with gold patterns wrap around the long sword, and the pigeon blood ruby ​​​​is integrated into the hilt of the sword.

His intact eye didn't know whether it was because he saw this unique pattern or because the retina was dazzled by the ruby ​​shining with flames in the dark night, and tears fell down.

The old knight gritted his teeth and said with anger, wishing he could eat the flesh and blood of his enemy.

"The foolish king actually listened to the words of the church's magicians and executed the northern hippogriffs. If it were not for the archduke and the knights stationed at the northern port, the pirates would have torn this country apart long ago."

The woman carried the last bag of clothes to the boat and secretly began to wipe her tears after hearing this.

"Up to now, I have only contacted you. When the others heard the news that it was from Grand Duke Durand's family, they didn't even dare to accept the letter, for fear of being dragged into it and being accused of heresy."

He spat into the sea and cursed.

"This group of wolf-hearted beasts, even if they remember the Grand Duke's kindness, they cannot let the Grand Duke's concubine die of illness in vain, and let the young master suffer the pain of displacement."

The furious old knight then remembered that he still had a little master still alive.

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency, Chief Maid. Where is the young master? Let me take a good look at her."

The black-haired woman took out a timid little girl from behind and introduced her to the knight while choking.

"This is the only daughter of the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess Crestina, Your Highness Ilaria."

The girl's cyan purple eyes shone like stars in the night, causing the old knight to burst into tears and tremble with his lips, not knowing what to say.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he knelt on one knee with a "bang" sound and placed his right hand close to his heart to give her a knight's salute.

"His Highness has a pair of violet eyes that are as bright as the Grand Duke's. Herridge swears on his life that he will never let His Highness's eyes become dusty."

The girl looked at the palm he raised in front of her, put the cat in her arms on the ground, slowly stretched out her hand to put it on, and gave her trust to the knight who followed her father to fight in the past.

Just like the rust and dirt removed from a dusty sword, after the knight swore allegiance to the remaining bloodline of his old master, the fatigue and weakness disappeared, and the whole person glowed with a sense of mission.

The cat who jumped onto the boat first turned around and bared his teeth in protest at the man who had kissed the girl on the hand. His already fluffy fur exploded into a cloud, which greatly weakened the intimidating effect of his action.

No matter how you look at it, it’s just a strangely colored cat that’s having a fit.

Fortunately, Doflamingo realized how embarrassing it was for him to do this in his cat state, so he could only turn around and pretend that nothing happened.

This is damn good, you have to be wary of an old man no matter what.

The simple dhow sailed towards the boundless sea.

He listened to the old knight behind him who was still talking to the girl about how much kindness he had received from the Grand Duke and how many pirates he had killed with the Grand Duke. He swung his tail from side to side impatiently, waiting for the girl to hug him back into his arms.

The woman introduced her "incompetent" biological son Asterion to the old knight, and also roughly told how she raised her master's orphan after the Grand Duchess died of illness. Although she had gone beyond her own authority and brought her Highness Ilaria to life as an adoptive mother, the old knight could not say anything to blame her.

It is not easy for a single woman to raise two children. It would be strange if she kept saying "little highness" without causing death.

Doflamingo lay lazily on the girl's lap, listening to them talk about past events, and had some ideas about this dream.

To put it bluntly, a phoenix that has lost its feathers is not as good as a chicken. This group of people can loyally risk their own lives to save their little master, which is considered to be the most benevolent thing. He had also been reduced to a refugee from the Celestial Dragons, but he knew this very well. If he could barely cope with basic survival, how could there be any lack of etiquette or rules?

Suddenly he heard something.

"If this incident hadn't happened, our Leon would have reached the age of loyalty to His Highness, and he would have had a beautiful oath-taking ceremony to become His Highness's first knight."

The boy who was protecting Ilaria from the sea breeze intentionally or unintentionally froze on the spot, turned around with a blushing face, and stammered without caring whether he would get a good beating from the old knight.

"Who wants to be a knight for her? He's just a troublemaker who can only cry."

"Stinky boy!"

"Leon!"

The woman and the old knight scolded him together.

The long-haired cat's body stiffened, and he opened one eye to look at the boy who spoke duplicitously.

This kid is quite precocious, but he is still in the childish stage where he only relies on bullying to attract girls' attention, which only makes him laugh.

But looking at it this way, the two of them are childhood sweethearts.

The girl in a burqa was indeed heartbroken by these words. She lowered her eyebrows and said nothing. She looked at the pink hairball on her legs that was clumsily turning over to expose her belly. She actually felt that she read a sentence from the other person's eyes. .

Touch me, now.

So she listened to the suggestion, put her hands on the warm and soft belly of the long-haired cat, and smoothed his hair down from the neck bit by bit, feeling as if her hands were wrapped in down.

Sometimes, we should be thankful that Doflamingo is just a cat now, or that she is just a little girl now, otherwise the scene would be unsightly.

Since it is my dream, you only need to look at me alone.

He squinted his eyes and thought like this. The girl's gentle touch brought him a sense of comfort that was far better than the effect of alcohol. The meridians all over his body were pushed away without any pain. It's like the breeze blowing by when the sun is shining on your body, and the dry smell of grass and sweet floral fragrance pour into your nose. It's also like the overflowing foam in a champagne glass. It's so beautiful that people don't want to think too much.

Doflamingo fell asleep without the help of anything for the first time in a long time.

The starry night plunged into the sea, and tranquility emerged from the deep sea. The soft plush covered the girl's legs, more like filling her empty heart.

Before tears fell into her pink fur, Ilaria hugged her gift from heaven and fell asleep.

Someone took off his coat and put it on her body, then sneezed and sat back at the outermost part of the cabin, using his thin body as a shield for her from the steamy sea breeze.

The woman and the old knight smiled at each other and continued to discuss the plan of action after landing.

This dreamy night is the safe haven for all sleepless people.