[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

The burning candle on the table flickered, and the shadow of the woman on the sofa twisted a few times. While flipping through a thick pile of reports, she skillfully held the parts she had read and placed them on the lamp to bake. As the contents of the last page came into her view, the pile of reports presented by the informant The investigation report has been reduced to ashes, leaving no words.

She huddled on the sofa and hugged the bathrobe tightly around her body, touched the steaming black tea on the tea table at hand, and extinguished the candle that was serving her.

"The kingdom of love and passion, Dressrosa. A magical country where toys and humans fall in love, where rare delicacies and passionate dances are world-famous."

Pouring herself another cup of black tea, her voice was filled with a smile.

"He actually developed Dressrosa, which had been poor and weak for a long time, to the level of a core country. He is really a good king who governs the country effectively."

Tucking the black hair behind her ears, she covered her face with one hand and stared at the water mixed with paper dust on the floor and said in deep thought.

"This kind of person would actually detain a royal teacher from a neighboring country without any reason."

She tapped the armrest of the sofa regularly with one hand, thinking about the investigation report she had seen, and said softly.

"The infamous great pirate, the middleman of the underground world, Donquixote Doflamingo, what are you planning?"

Why did the royal tutor of the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Figoligo stay in Dressrosa? Not only was the teacher himself confused, but Trebol and other officials were also a little confused when they found out about it afterwards. Monet, who was attending the meeting that day, smiled at their curious faces and said that even she couldn't figure out the young master's thoughts.

In fact, the innocent royal teacher stayed in Dressrosa for a week. Except for the first day when she was detained by Doflamingo at the meeting, she never saw Doflamingo again, let alone seeing him in person. I didn’t even receive the oral instruction from my brother. The person who has had close contact with her recently is Monet, a particularly astute and sophisticated senior secretary. Communication between smart people always saves time and effort. They quickly became familiar with each other, and Monet became the first Dressrosa person who was lucky enough to know her name.

During the conversation, Monet learned that the female officer's name was Dioni and she studied in an aristocratic girls' school in Beihai. The queen of the Kingdom of Figoligo was also a student of this school, so she selected an outstanding graduate from her proud alma mater and asked her to be her eldest son's royal teacher.

Just like that, Dioni stepped out of the school gate and stepped into the royal family. He worked as a royal teacher for four years. For four years, she had to stay with the prince almost every step of the way. Not to mention traveling abroad, she didn't even have a few days of real vacation. So Doflamingo left her in Dressrosa. Tione didn't have much resistance. Instead, she started wandering around in a good mood. In the past few days, she bought a lot of things for Monet. Of course, these gifts are indispensable for Doflamingo.

The king, whose behavior always makes people confused, touched his chin and laughed after receiving a bottle of men's perfume. He ordered his subordinates to treat the teacher as a state guest. Not only did he not restrict her movements, he also assigned her many servants and guards.

The black-haired woman pushed up her thick-soled black-rimmed glasses, leaving a strange-looking toy soldier behind, and sent the others back to the palace in a queue, while thanking His Majesty the King for her.

Diamanti looked at the soldiers who came back to report, then turned to Doflamingo on the throne and asked.

"Have you really raised her as a guest? After all, she is also a high-ranking official. It's not okay to steal any secrets."

"How could it be? She is my distinguished guest."

Doflamingo, who had a calm tone, dismissed the soldiers with a wave of his hand, and then continued as if he was awakened by these words.

"By the way, speaking of which, I have something to ask you, Diamanti."

Before she even heard the content, Diamanti waved her hands to refuse and said with a defiant look on her face: "No, no, no, I can't do it, I'm not this material."

"Of course you can do it Diamanti, only a genius like you can do this."

"No, no, you know who I am, I can't."

The man on the throne changed his tune from Shan Ruliu.

"Then please don't"

"Since you said so, I'm going to try it."

Doflamingo showed a standard smile, his neat and white teeth shining brightly, showing his pride.

"You're so reliable, Diamanti."

The man who had no time to escape asked Diamanti to extradite those researchers back to their country. They were wanted by the world government because they had engaged in dangerous scientific activities. They were forced to dock to avoid the hurricane at sea that day, and they were caught and handed over by fishermen after they landed ashore. given to the local government. Diamanti's purpose on this trip was to use some means to get these people back, and secondly to hope that they would not have any accidents and return to Dressrosa as soon as possible.

I thought in my heart that no accident would happen, but accidents would come to me on their own. Although Ilaria grew up visibly every time he dreamed about her, Doflamingo only dreamed about her two nights this week, and the situation became worse each time.

In the first dream, a girl who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old was holding a pink long-haired cat and spinning around excitedly. Her eyes were shining with a light of hope that she had not seen for a long time. She introduced this cat to her new family. A strangely colored cat squeezed his paws and shook hands with her family members one by one. She seemed to be adopted by a kind-hearted family, but Doflamingo didn't understand a word they said. The family was so enthusiastic that it was almost offensive. They took turns holding the long-haired cat in their arms, but he was ruthlessly kicked by him. You won't be angry if you cut a slit in your arm.

The youngest daughter of the family, several years younger than Ilaria, huddled in her new sister's arms as the long-haired cat struggled in her parents' arms until she sat upright with laughter.

With kind and loving parents and a well-behaved and lovely sister, Ilaria has a warm new family. Her heart that was frozen by escape and hatred gradually gained human warmth. The way she smiled was exactly like Dini when she was a child. Even though she had black hair and the big pink cat stared at her smiling face, she forgot to resist for a moment.

Kindness can be easily forgotten, but hatred must be unforgettable. The reputation of the Red Witch finally spread to the corners of the continent. The former harmonious neighbors turned into barbaric and fanatical believers. They forced Ilaria's The new family handed her over. After a trial against the witch, she was alone again.

When Doflamingo saw her again in the second dream, the girl-like Ilaria was no longer willing to mention the family she had stayed in with him. Doflamingo only knew from her words that her "sister" was hidden by her in the home of a good family who did not believe in religion. As for her personal situation, he remained silent.

The girl, whose body was still growing, took off her dark brown burlap suit that was stained with dust and blood, and unbuttoned her cheap shirt that was soaked with blood. The gorgeous and strange red camellia blooms at the heart of the girl, with thick petals criss-crossing and enveloping the golden stamens. The black vine-like tattoo that shouldn't be a red camellia slowly crawled from her heart to her limbs, eating and tearing at her wounds.

The pain caused by the trauma was far less than the torment of tearing and reorganization as her body repaired itself. The thin girl hunched over and clenched her teeth, hastily treating her wounds. Every time the tattoo crawled over an inch, she would cry out in unbearable pain, take a few big breaths, and then endure it without making any sound.

She huddled up on the only wooden bed in the rental house. The smell of dampness and mildew was so suffocating that she couldn't breathe. The sound insulation between these houses was so poor that there was almost no sound. Her cries and whimpers could only rely on people's pure reason. To suppress.

The young girl thought in a daze, if this could be considered life, then what could be feared about death?

The branches carried red camellia buds to her neck, and the secret pattern covered her skin like a detailed painting. The law of profit and loss also applies to these patterns. They obediently retract into the stamens of the red camellia, which means that she has once again completed her "rebirth".

When did the tears dry up? She had long since forgotten. Was it when she was "planted" by her parents who loved their daughter since she was born with deficiencies? Was it when she was captured by the Church of the Church for human reconstruction experiments? Or when she was on the line of fire for the Mafia family she worked for?

No matter who you live for, it's the same torture, and Ilarya is tired of remembering these things. Whether she deliberately commits suicide or deliberately exposes her fatal weakness when fighting with the enemy, the speed at which she creates wounds can never catch up with the speed at which she heals. The recurring pain that follows is like scolding her for violating herself, bringing it to her again and again. Pain imprinted on the soul.

The hummingbird hovers on the boundary between life and death, and there is no room for her to rest for a moment in both realms.

"Meow."

A subtle meow came from the room, and the pink long-haired cat paced out of the darkness and jumped onto the bed. The bed board was overwhelmed and made a tooth-breaking sound. The long-haired cat didn't mind the blood on the girl's palm and cupped her hand with his head.

The girl who had been dead for a moment on the bed regained her consciousness. She stood up on the bed extremely slowly, and mechanically removed the bandage from her waist that had no hemostatic effect. She still hesitated when her hands touched her smooth skin. For a moment. But she quickly returned to her doll-like state of numbness. She took out a new shirt and put it on her body. She only fastened the bottom button and then stopped moving. She sat on the bed expressionlessly. It was so quiet that even breathing seemed to have stopped.

The long-haired cat tried to attract her attention by stretching - this was a method he often used to accompany the little girl to escape in the early years. Sometimes she would shed tears in the middle of the night for no reason. In order to prevent her from using her shiny and soft fur as a tissue, the long-haired cat used this little gesture to divert her attention and rub the top of his head or his soft belly.

But the long-haired cat doesn't know that this trick has long been outdated. For him, it was only a few weeks ago that he coaxed her in this way, but for Ilaria, she had already gone through a painful enough six years.

He straightened his pink plush forelimbs forward and arched his waist as hard as he could. He didn't wait for the unexpected touch, so he pretended with embarrassment that nothing had happened. He jumped onto the girl's lap and looked up at her.

At this glance, even Doflamingo, who was as well-informed as he was, couldn't help but sigh, what a pair of desperate and lifeless eyes. Her cyanotic eyes, which were as clear as jade, were obscured by the invisible thick fog, and no trace of sadness or joy could be seen.

If a person has eyes like this when she is a teenager, there is no need to look at the end of her life. She will have died when she was young.

"Meow--"

The pink long-haired cat stood up on its hind legs and tried to touch her face with its paw pads. Ilaria rolled her eyes and reached out to touch the top of his head, but said nothing.

Doflamingo couldn't describe what he felt in his heart, but there was only one thought that became clearer and clearer in his mind:

"Since you are worse off alive, you might as well give your life to me."

A hoarse voice came from above.

"it is good."

The long-haired cat's docile and smooth hair suddenly exploded. He met the eyes of the girl with a trembling voice, and the other party continued:

"I said 'yes', take this life."

The feeling of being heard was indeed creepy, but how could the dignified Doflamingo be upset by such a thing? He cleared his throat and wanted to complain, but when he opened his mouth, the voice of an adult man was as low and hoarse as a cello. .

"It's not good for a mere little girl to talk about life and death."

The fact that the huge cat made a man's voice did not scare the black-haired girl. Ilaria stared at him with her lifeless eyes, making the hair on his back stand up a little more. She said with a hint of pleading in her voice:

"You're going to take my life, right?"

The long-haired cat swung its tail sharply, turned around and faced the girl with its butt, pretending not to hear.

Ilaria's voice sounded a little more urgent, and even her expression became a little loose:

"You proposed this on your own initiative, how can you go back on it?"

The pointed ears standing on the top of its head twitched a few times, and the long-haired cat turned to look at her and explained to her.

"I never said I would regret it, but I have a condition to see if you can agree to it."

When she heard that she had the possibility of death, her withered face glowed with joy, and she agreed indiscriminately and impatiently.

"No matter what the request is, I will do my best to fulfill it."

"That's the problem. Little girl, don't open your mouth and keep your mouth shut. Your life is very valuable now."

The long-haired cat continued with a laugh that no feline could produce and the voice of a grown man.

"Fufufufu, please save your life for me. Even if you only have one arm and one leg left, you will still have to survive."

"Before I am ready to take your life, you cannot die in the hands of anyone. Do you understand?"

The girl's pale face due to blood loss and malnutrition could vaguely recognize her bright and beautiful appearance in the future. She chuckled, as if this person's promise was not to take her life but to give her another life. She lowered her eyes and answered softly, like a devout believer praying to the manifested gods.

"I will always be ready to give my life."

Her smile brought back the shadow of Dini, but Doflamingo had never heard that person say such humble words. He continued to speak, his tone was the same arrogant and frivolous tone.

"Since you know I'm not a cat and you still don't say it out loud, you little girl can calm down."

Ilaria tilted her head in confusion and said as puzzled as if she had met him for the first time.

"You are a human, a cat, or something else. What does this have to do with me?"

The long-haired cat was subconsciously licking its paws. When it heard these words, it paused and its flexible ears suddenly moved back.

Even though she knew that this cute and elegant pink long-haired cat was actually an adult man much older than her, she still reached out and touched the top of his head, and her tired and cold face relaxed a little.

"You are the only one who has accompanied me till now. It doesn't matter to me what you are. I only know that it is you."

Doflamingo thought that some people should be born to rely on their ability to talk.

His pair of sunglasses that could only be regarded as clamped on his face flashed a red light as he raised his head. The big marshmallow-like cat held its head high and looked into Ilaria's eyes and said.

"I am Donquixote Doflamingo, don't be so confused that you don't even know who you are working for."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Doflamingo."

The girl bent down and got close to him, scratching her chest along the furry chin of the long-haired cat. The long-haired cat, whose gaze was much lower than hers, was enjoying the caress. When she opened her eyes, she saw the large red camellia flower on her left chest. Upward, she saw her collarbone, which was particularly abrupt due to her thinness. It was so slender that it could be covered with just one hand. Hold Quan's neck.

He suddenly remembered what that person looked like when she was her age. Although Dini did not live well with the Don Quixote family, she had never been so thin due to living conditions to such a frail level.

"There is an additional condition."

Ilaria looked at the big cat squatting in front of her and tilted her head to indicate for him to continue.

Doflamingo said in a rare serious tone.

"Do you see how small your breasts are? You have to eat as much as possible. If you continue like this, you won't grow too big."

Ilaria had never heard him speak before when he was a cat. Now that he could open his mouth, Ilaria didn't expect him to say something like this. The girl who was in her prime years didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, her face was stained with a blush, which finally gave her some vitality.

"My body is always growing, I don't need to worry about it Mr. Doflamingo."

Doflamingo didn't realize that she was still a girl, so he still said in the same tone he usually used when chatting with Trebol and the others:

"Fufufu, the point is not about height, it's about breasts."

Doflamingo, who was still discussing the growth and development of girls, woke up from his dream. The burly blond man was naked from the upper body, touching his chin and starting to think. The first words he said after waking up echoed in the huge palace.

"No, there's no reason why he won't grow up."

After a man in Dressrosa suffered from insomnia for an unspeakable reason, a woman also woke up from her dream for a similar reason.

The black-haired female officer smoothed her hair back from her forehead, murmured to herself, and lay back on the soft bed, closing her eyes and trying to return to sleep.

"Even if you think about it day by day and dream about it at night, turning into a pink cat is too bizarre."

A minute later, Tioni suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his face turning red. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked towards the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room with her slippers on, and began to look at herself in the mirror, with some hesitation and speculation in her voice.

"Maybe my real body is actually that of a flat-chested woman? This can narrow down the scope a bit."

She raised her right hand to cover her face and began to think. She kept spinning in front of the floor-length mirror, and her rare sleepiness became less and less.

Tione suddenly stopped spinning, walked quickly to the window sill, opened the window, and looked toward the northeast. There was a spire towering into the clouds at the end of her sight. She tapped her fingertips on the marble countertop and looked at the spire with her face raised.

A lazy female voice rang out in the dark night. Her voice weakened and rose as she spoke, always capturing the attention of the listener.

"If this calculation is correct, we will meet soon."

Closing her eyes and letting the evening breeze hit her face, a world like a black-and-white print flashed through the black-haired woman's mind. A few words rolled up and fell back one after another. She finally closed the window, leaving the same scenery and questions behind. outside the window.

"Will the real 'I' have the same golden color as him?"

The unanswered questions were carried by the soft wind to the distant tower.