[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

Champagne glasses clinked together with a crisp splash, and the orchestra sat in the corner of the banquet hall and played a waltz. Ladies and ladies in complicated palace attire covered their faces with jeweled feather fans and talked. Their eyes were focused on a woman who was constantly being asked to dance. Occasionally, they could hear one or two words mixed with envy and disdain. .

"A prodigal from the Mafia, look at her dress, it looks like she won't be exposed. Do you really think a man will really like her?"

The noble lady with golden spiral curls laughed disdainfully and agreed.

"A commoner is born and remains a commoner all his life. Only uncultured and low-class people can keep dancing with others."

Before she could say anything else, a handsome man in a white dress walked over to the woman who was sarcastic in their words. The blond lady covered her mouth and shook her head slightly in disbelief.

"No, no, Duke Charlemagne, don't go there, you can't dance with that kind of woman."

While she was still biting her handkerchief and tearing the woman into pieces with her eyes at the long table, Charlemagne had already walked to the center of the banquet hall and invited the black-haired young woman to dance.

Ilaria looked at the handsome Duke who was smiling in front of her, and placed her hand on his open palm. The long silk gloves shone like black pearls.

The woman with bunted hair gave her long and fair neck to the warm light decoration. The smile at the corner of her mouth lit up her bright face, and her radiant purple eyes were like agate embedded in white jade. Her beauty was as flamboyant and bright as the slim-fitting burgundy dress embellished with gold leaves on her body, and it was also destined not to be covered up like her exposed back and chest.

Several dark green branches and leaves are vaguely visible on the woman's chest, making people wonder what kind of exquisite and graceful flowers are blooming on her body covered by clothes.

The gentle-tempered Duke looked at her face and was unconsciously entranced. He didn't even notice that the dance was over. However, he was a true gentleman and let go of her hand without further entanglement.

"You are a little drunk, Miss Lorenza. Don't let yourself be too tired on such a beautiful night. I will take you to rest."

As he spoke, he subconsciously wanted to brush the woman's face. Ilarya bent down to salute him, making his hand stop in the air.

"I'm glad that I have you as my partner for the last dance tonight, Mr. Duke. I wish you a wonderful evening too."

Ilaria no longer looked at his bright eyes, turned around and walked towards the open terrace with countless gazes. The malice, greed and jealousy were left in the banquet hall that was suppressed to the point of suffocation. They were clearly hanging high. The sterling silver chandelier illuminates the room as bright as day, but the darkness in people's hearts cannot be dispelled.

Earning a chance to be alone on the terrace, Ilarya let out a long sigh as if to vent her anger - she actually drank a lot today, which made her emotions reveal a lot.

Since she was transferred back to the New World from the North Sea, her godfather deliberately transferred her away from the center of power in the family, and many things that were originally handled by her were handed over to her two brothers. Rumors spread to the outside world that she had left early in the battle for succession. The attitude of the flatterers who had followed her in the past had drastically changed, and some even dared to point fingers at her near her.

She put her upper body weight on the marble railing, looked up at the moon and laughed at herself.

"Power? It's just bones without meat. Relying on the charity of the master to get some meat and meat, can this be considered power?"

By staying with her godfather, she will be his most loyal dog. Not to mention asking her to attend such a boring banquet that gathered all the nobles in the peninsula, even if she was usually asked to do some shameful things for the local church, Ilarya could only smile and nod.

The power of the godfather is a parasol that can help her walk in the sun. Even if rumors about her fall from grace spread outside, the poisonous snakes entrenched in the North Sea will not dare to easily sneak into the sea and capture her, the "daughter of the heathen." Return to the country for trial.

Alcohol reminded her of many things in her swollen mind. The night when her mother held her and cried bitterly, begging her to live well. The hands of her adoptive mother covering her eyes when the fire burned down the mansion. Leon hid her and led her away alone. When the church was chasing soldiers, he gave her a deep look.

The woman in the red dress covered her face with her hands, her eyes exposed between her fingers were closed tightly in pain, her body trembled, as if being burned by fire.

"I should have died a long time ago. I should have died a long time ago."

Her voice almost collapsed, and her usually clear and slightly cold voice was hysterical, like a normally playing record that had been roughly distorted by scratches.

Ilaria's always tense nerves were softened by the alcohol, and the constant repair pain in her body took the opportunity to urge her to give it something good earlier. Ilaria specially left two haute couture on her body. In her pocket, she calmed down and took out a small bottle of medicine, poured it on her gloves and swallowed it.

This highly addictive compound analgesic tablets require ordinary people to stop taking them for at least half a month after taking one or two tablets. But Ilaria needs to take anywhere from five to ten pills every day, and as she grows older and her body's drug resistance increases, the number of pills she takes now can no longer satisfy the beast that screams all day long in her body.

There was supposed to be a pack of cigarettes in the other pocket, but Giacomo hid all her cigarettes at the risk of being kicked out of the house. Ilaria looked at him with a smile for a while, then closed the door with a bang, got into the car and came to the banquet alone.

Thinking of this, the corners of Ilaria's mouth that she tried to raise slid down a little bit. The pain in her body was relieved a lot. She was just about to return to the hall, but she found that the glass door connecting the terrace and the banquet hall was locked from the inside. Ilariya pushed hard and received a response that it did not move at all. Several faces of the women present appeared in his mind, and he immediately understood whose work this was. The melodious sound of the cello drifted outside through the door, and even if you shouted through the door, no one might be able to hear you.

Her fingers rubbed the side of her skirt irritably. Her mood became extremely unstable every time she took the medicine. Coupled with the catalysis of alcohol, the former top thug of the Pansabene family now just wanted to kick the door open and reward those people again. A few slaps to the woman.

"Fufufufufufu, little girl is just a little girl, she can't bear this little stimulation. Stop and think about it rationally, there are many better ways to retaliate."

Ilaria, who was trying to kick the door with her high heels, heard a familiar voice coming from the plaster fence of the terrace. She had no intention of stopping, and she didn't care that she was wearing a dress with a slit on the side and her left leg raised high. Standing against the door, you must move forward the next moment.

"What's going on? My body can't use any strength."

Ilaria's body was pinned in place, and even her facial features were straining. She frowned and tried to kick forward, but her legs refused to obey her and turned around towards the railing.

"Who dares to interfere with my business?"

Forced to open her eyes by the bright moonlight, Ilarya vaguely noticed a pink mass leaning against the wall next to the stone pillar, staring at her without hesitation.

"It's almost enough to save your life. How much did you drink? You can smell the smell of alcohol just standing here. No wonder that bastard just thought he could deceive you."

She frowned and walked forward, comparing the voice with the people in her memory, stroking her hair and retorted.

"I didn't drink too much. There's no way I could get drunk outside. Besides, I wasn't fooled by him. Stop entertaining people."

Who is a big blob of pink? As pink as the sunset?

When the person on the opposite side also walked toward her, Ilaria suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed briefly.

"Ah! Mr. Doflamingo!"

The blond man took advantage of his inherent advantage of height and long legs to walk up to her, bent down and helped her block the somewhat distracting moonlight, while admiring her surprised expression.

He pinched Ilaria's chin and helped her close her mouth, laughing at her in a good mood.

"Fufufufu, what a stupid expression. It's worth drawing it and mounting it on the wall to admire every day."

It's not a pleasant experience to have someone hold your chin and shake your head, but Ilarya seemed to be immersed in the blow. She couldn't believe her eyes and shook her head in response to his movements.

"How could this happen? It turns out you are really not a kitten."

A vein protruded between Doflamingo's eyebrows, his smile became ferocious, and the hand holding her chin failed to hold its strength. The pain caused Ilaria to struggle back and pull away, rubbing her chin and glaring at him.

"You really dare to say that, little kitten? Have you always treated me like a cat?"

This was indeed the case. Ilaria did not shy away from Doflamingo even when changing clothes. Occasionally when he came too late, the woman who liked small animals would generously invite him to sleep in her bed. In the study room where she works daily, there are many toys, collars and feed bowls specially designed for pet cats, although long-haired cats have never used them.

Apparently Doflamingo also thought of this. He was so angry at this stupid girl that he grabbed her wrist and pulled her over. Regardless of whether there was a risk of her being exposed, he pinched Ilaria's waist forcefully. He lifted her onto his shoulders, picked out a clear path where there were clouds, kicked off his feet and jumped into the air.

Ilaria's face was rubbed into the feather coat on his body. She spat out the pink feathers that were choking in her mouth, and used her hands to push away these too soft obstacles. The land in her field of vision was gradually shrinking into a projection of reality. She plucked the feathers on the shoulders of Doflamingo's coat and turned her head back as hard as she could to ask.

"What kind of ability is this? Aren't you a cat fruit user?"

The man flying in the air suddenly gritted his teeth. He pulled a cloud to serve as a new traction point and responded to the weight on his shoulders without looking back.

"Stop listening to the nonsense of that silly boy Giacomo. You hang out with his subordinates like that all day long. No wonder you get stupider as you grow older."

Doflamingo jumped between the light clouds and landed on the invisible thread in the sky. The woman stuck on his broad shoulders bumped up and down as he shuttled between the clouds, feeling that the red wine in his stomach was about to gush out.

The wind at high altitude was far less gentle than on the ground, and Doflamingo moved extremely fast. The cold wind blew in along the hem of her skirt. The slit side of her wine-red dress was facing the man's face. This She suddenly felt ashamed.

"Who is stupid? Wait, put me down first! Mr. Doflamingo, did you hear that? Mr. Doflamingo!"

Ilaria pulled the hem of her skirt as much as possible to cover her thighs, which were so white that they glowed in the night. She kept patting Doflamingo's back in an attempt to get off. The power that Ilaria had always been proud of had no effect in front of this man, and could only attract his glib teasing.

"What are you talking about? Shout louder."

It turned out that he not only heard, but also guessed the reason for Ilariya's desperate struggle. The next second, the man pressed her buttocks and lifted the lady up. Ilarya hit him hard on the back, causing his malicious laughter to sound like a string of trembling notes, hanging crookedly on the staff of the night.

"I said let me go! I have to go back and give those women some color. If it's too late, they will escape!"

Without warning, Doflamingo leaned forward sharply and released his grip on her waist.

"Fufufufufufu, okay, then I'll put you down now."

The sudden weightlessness and the man's playful voice fed back into Ilaria's brain. She watched in disbelief as Doflamingo's proud smile faded away. Her long shaky hair spread out in the wind, wrapping her face full of surprise. The airflow caused by her rapid fall made the hem of her skirt stick tightly to her body, as if she was afraid of the unfortunate fate of falling into the sea. With.

The landing point could not be predicted, and the fear made her want to close her eyes tightly, but she overcame her instinct and stared at the pink mass standing on the dome looking down at her for a moment, even though it was almost shrinking into a point in the night.

Her heart was filled with indescribable complex emotions, whether they were unexpected or anticipated, and even mixed with disappointment and loneliness. However, she had no time to digest these emotions and could only look at him blankly.

In the night sky full of stars, someone runs against the light. The person in the red dress falls from the sky like withered rose petals.

The moment before the wine red color was about to drip into the ocean, a warm and solid embrace caught her steadily from below. The hero was still wearing his pink coat with a lot of feathers missing from the back, looking at his arm through fancy sunglasses. The frightened woman in the corner said with a smile.

"I can't even open my mouth to ask for help, and I still pretend that I'm not a fool."

In fact, his back still hurts a bit, but this time the pain was finally in a different place. Ilaria, who was held in his arms, hit his bare chest, making a "thumping" sound. It was ringing, she complained loudly.

"I didn't expect that I would be suddenly thrown from a high altitude. I'm really sorry."

Doflamingo changed a suitable position and hugged her with one arm, and said as he led Yun to fly high into the sky.

"Huh? Is this the way you talk to your savior?"

Ilaria tried her best not to grit her teeth too much and thanked him softly.

"Thank you for coming down to catch me after throwing me down. I will remember this kindness, Mr. Doflamingo."

"Don't be so polite, just remember to repay me well in the future."

The man who would never bear moral condemnation calmly accepted this thank you. During the conversation, they had already crossed the height of the clouds and flew towards the highest point of the night sky. There were continuous white clouds along the way, and the evening breeze kissed Ilaria's cheek. Her hand that was beating Doflamingo's chest gradually stopped moving, and stopped on it with a half-hold.

She tucked her black hair behind her ears, and raised her hand to the sky in a daze. The dark night passed through her fingertips, and the strange sight she had never seen before crashed into the exile's eyes.

The stars in the sky swayed into rivers of stars, twinkling far and near, surrounded by the glow of the moon. The sky suddenly seemed broader, like the sea underfoot resting on an endless curtain, turning into a canopy that hid the sound of twinkling stars in the silence. Every star is singing ancient folk songs, wandering in the gap between time and space day after day. They come from new life and from the grave, from foreign lands and from home.

Human beings cannot understand this concept that exceeds life, but they also realize that their miserable life is just a joke in front of them.

Ilaria had no chance, nor had she ever thought of getting so close to the stars. Fate always forced her to lower her head and hide, without even giving her a place to stay. How could she expect that one day she would be able to completely calm down like this and touch the stars that were so far away from her?

After all the alcohol had dissipated, the woman held onto Doflamingo's hot chest and did not speak for a while. Pink clouds are still shuttled between the clouds, like stars wandering all day long, no one knows where they will stop.

Doflamingo never lowered his head to look at her. The night wind picked up the gold ornaments on his earlobes, like a star falling from the sky, easily accessible.

Ilaria quietly lowered her head and moved her gaze towards him, looking at the face so close to her with some novelty, from his sharp profile to his high eyebrows and bridge of nose. What was disappointing was this The angle still cannot capture his eyes hidden under sunglasses.

The smile reflected in her pupils slowly became exaggerated, her white teeth were so neatly gleaming, and the deep man's voice joked.

"Fufufufufufu, what's wrong? It's okay to repay a favor, but don't fall in love with me. A little girl like you can't catch my eye, and in the end I will only break your heart in vain."

Just as Ilaria was about to refute this sentence, she suddenly realized that her hand was still pressing on her body. She took her hand back without leaving a trace, and pressed it covertly on the flying black hair. She thought for a moment and spoke solemnly.

"Mr. Doflamingo, have I ever told you that you resemble someone?"

He tightened his arms and lifted the person up. He was very interested in the question and answered it in a good mood.

"Using these words to attract men has become out of fashion for a long time. Little girl, you should learn more from other women."

Ilaria didn't pay any attention to his words. She put her hair behind her back, grabbed his coat and continued talking to herself.

"You look a lot like my biological mother, Doflamingo, please."

No matter what his original intention was for his answer, this sentence was not what Doflamingo wanted to hear. Following Doflamingo's sudden turn, Ilaria in his arms also turned half a circle, causing her to stop what she was about to say.

"Where are we going again?"

The blond man was finally willing to look down at him. Ilaria saw the veins on his forehead and his slightly ferocious smile, and swallowed the unsaid words.

"Go find a place to help you sober up, and at the same time 'send' that bastard Giacomo."

Doflamingo's chest received another full blow from Ilaria, which made her a little angry.

"I'm not talking drunkenly! You really look like my mother!"

Doflamingo quickened his pace.

"Her skin is as dark as yours but glowing, her eyes are as golden as honey, and her hair color is similar to yours, but thicker."

Her voice gradually became lower, revealing deep nostalgia. Doflamingo paused, glanced down at Ilaria, and gradually slowed down.

"I was in poor health when I was a child, and children of the same age would not dare to play with me because of my status. Before Leon came, my only playmate was my mother."

"In autumn, when she heard that the apples were about to ripen, she secretly took me to the manor to pick apples. After my mother gave birth to me, her health deteriorated, but she still insisted on climbing the tree to pick them for me, which scared the accompanying maid. Circle around the tree.”

The scene of her mother holding an apple on the tree and laughing at her appeared before her eyes again. Ilarya smiled helplessly, not caring that no one answered, as if she was talking to Xingye.

"Every time I encounter a fruit stall, I will deliberately pick a few and go back to try them. The color must be the same as my mother's hair, a bright and dazzling red."

She pinched her long black hair, tightening it little by little. Suddenly she couldn't speak any more, so she could only put on a smile and look up to ask Doflamingo.

"Sorry, I didn't expect these things to be so boring. Even I don't want to hear them. Are we about to land?"

The sound of the wind mixed with the man's answer, a very normal emotion.

"So? How do those apples taste?"

Ilaria opened her eyes wide in surprise and saw Doflamingo looking for a landing place. She lowered her head in panic to cover her sore eyes. Her voice was slightly hoarse, and her hands were rubbing the gold leaves on her skirt, which was surrounded by a large piece of burgundy fabric.

"Actually, they are all very good, but none of them are as sweet as the one in my mother's hand."

"She met my father while following the caravan in the East. Before that, she didn't even have a name. My father gave her a name, and she stayed with him wholeheartedly, risking her life to give birth to me. She was very He loves his father and he loves me very much."

Ilaria took a deep breath and tried to form words several times but was unable to speak again. She was protected by a windproof barrier. The sea breeze hit the edge of the feathers and retreated wisely. A sense of warmth gave her and she continued to speak. the power of.

"I have been thinking that if it was not me who was born, but a healthy and strong child, the mother would not be targeted by the church for using the secret skills she brought, and she would not"

"To put it more selfishly, I don't want to suffer these hardships, and I don't want to owe anyone anything."

"Hate, hatred, pain, life to me is just these things in front of me."

The land magnified in the field of vision, and they landed on the coastline of an island. Their feet on the ground made Ilariya feel like she was back in the world again, and everything just now seemed to be just a dream. The tide brought the sand ashore regardless of its will. The moon passed the meridian and Jupiter rose in the east. She stepped on the sand and raised her head, with the back of her head pressed against a hard chest.

A man with an exceptionally tall and handsome figure, his clothing taste is, to put it mildly, leisurely and elegant, and he has a strong individual color just like his personality. An arrogant person who is flamboyant, arrogant, and has no intention of living in harmony with the world. This beast that occupies a dominant position in the dark jungle will occasionally show kindness and reward its dying kind with a sip of life-saving water.

The man she was next to was both familiar and unfamiliar to her. They had known each other for many years, but she had never seen what this man really looked like until today. She suddenly realized that there were too many things that she had never really seen clearly.

"But now, I seem to be able to see other things."

Ilaria turned and looked up at him as hard as she could. Doflamingo saw the double-petaled red camellia on her chest. These flowers that relied on her vitality would also sprout branches due to her emotions.

The bright red camellia, the burgundy dress, and even the stars whispering in the night sky are not as eye-catching as her smile cast with a silvery glow by the moonlight.

"I still won't be grateful for the suffering, but I will try to accept the self that was created by the suffering."

"Thank you anyway, Mr. Doflamingo."

Thank you, thank you to everyone who has tried their best for me, and thank you to myself for working hard to survive until now.

What has happened cannot be changed, and there are no "what ifs" in the world. At least this night, she truly sighed that it was great that she could survive until now.

Doflamingo grinned meaningfully.

"Fufufufu, just understand. You are not so stupid that there is no cure."

He held the waist again and carried the person on his shoulders.

"You've had enough rest, we're not even halfway through the return journey yet."

Before Ilaria realized her situation, she asked blankly where they were going.

"Where are you going? Didn't I tell you to send that boy Giacomo away?"

That night, it was all up to the exhausted Ilaria to hold Doflamingo back, saving Giacomo, who rushed out after opening the door, from being severely beaten.