"Nukiki~ Okay!" Pato waved its paws, conjuring emerald leaves and a pen from thin air, and quickly sketched...
Doflamingo "appreciated" Pato's creation. His mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his eyes nearly went blind. The year-long accumulated gloom, irritability, and fury from his defeat to "Kaido of the Beasts" vanished in an instant!
What kind of divine artwork was that?!
Pato didn't care what Doflamingo thought. Utterly focused, it held up the finished leaf drawing.
Poof~~
Smoke billowed.
"Teapot, nukiki~," Pato said, holding up an exquisitely crafted purple clay teapot, as if presenting a treasure. "Boss Doffy, please have some tea."
Doflamingo: "..." This isn't scientific! The drawing was clearly so ugly!
He tentatively took the purple clay teapot, weighing it. "It's exactly like a real teapot, even the weight? If it's damaged to a certain extent, does it revert to a leaf?"
"Mm-hmm, that's right! Boss Doffy is so smart," Pato explained earnestly. "Drawing on the leaf is just the necessary medium. The important thing is that I must have seen it, or it must have been in the memory of the object I chose, whether it's an item or a living being."
Doflamingo thought for a moment. "The creatures you create, are there no limitations? Only needing you to have seen them, or for them to have been in the memory of the object you chose? Also, how much of the original creature's power do the creatures you create possess?"
"No limitations," Pato said, counting on its furry paws. "The creatures I create will possess a portion of the original creature's power, one, two, three... hmm, up to about half, nukiki~"
Doflamingo's browless eye sockets quirked. "Are you sure? It seems you're not very good at counting."
"I swear, Boss Doffy!" Pato probably felt exposed about its embarrassing weakness, blushing and turning its head, but answered with certainty.
Doflamingo nodded. "Excellent! Then, are there any limits to the number of items or creatures you can create?"
"There aren't any for that either, but..." Pato held its confused little head, contemplating with a troubled expression, then gave an analogy. "If it's this casino, I can create one; if it's someone as powerful as you, no more than three or four? I'm not sure, Boss Doffy! For items, the more I create, the worse the quality; for creatures, the more I create, the less power they possess from the original..."
Doflamingo said solemnly, "That's already astounding." He added, "Are there any time limits for the items or creatures you create to exist?"
"None, nukiki~ as long as I don't lose consciousness," Pato said proudly.
Doflamingo extended his hand, letting Pato hop onto his palm and then to his shoulder. "You know quite a lot. Who taught you?"
"Caesar the big idiot, nukikiki~" Pato chirped.
Doflamingo couldn't help but chuckle. "Fufufufu~ You're right! Spandine is an idiot, Trebol is a fool, and Caesar Clown, who fancies himself a genius, is actually a big idiot! But keep these thoughts to yourself, Pato-chan."
"Understood! Boss Doffy," Pato giggled.
Doflamingo stood up and strode quickly towards the door.
"Behehehe~ Doffy, Boa Hancock has been delivered," Trebol, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him ingratiatingly.
Doflamingo looked around the casino. "Where's Baccarat? You didn't make her work as a dealer with the Luck-Luck Fruit again, did you?"
"Absolutely not! Behehehe~ She's shopping herself, nyeh," Trebol said.
Doflamingo glanced at Trebol, teasing, "You're now a big boss who controls eighty percent of the illegal businesses on the Sabaody Archipelago. Your attire, demeanor, and speech should change. Stop dripping snot and laughing like a pervert. Package yourself up a bit, be more dignified, more imposing... even though you're naturally ugly, there's basically no saving that."
"..." Trebol.
"Fufufufu~" Doflamingo casually patted Trebol's melon-shaped green hat. "Let's go."
A Den Den Mushi call brought Baccarat back, laden with shopping bags. Doflamingo then came face to face with Hancock.
Clang, clang, clang~~
"Let go of me!"
Only twelve years old, Hancock was small and slender, making it hard to imagine her struggling and causing the four burly men restraining her to sweat profusely and almost lose their grip, all while bound by over a hundred pounds of shackles on her limbs and neck.
"Release her," Doflamingo waved away the four casino bodyguards and walked up to Hancock. "I've bought you. You've escaped the life of being auctioned off and kept as a pet by a noble, so... what do you have to be dissatisfied about? Hmm? Fufufufu~"
Hancock looked up at Doflamingo, her stubborn, angry expression freezing as if doused with cold water, chilling her to the bone.
"Be good. This is fate! To put it crudely, when you're ruthlessly fucked by life, and you're powerless to resist, you have to learn not to resist. Trying to enjoy it is what you should do," Doflamingo said, then crushed Hancock's steel shackles with his hand. "Blame yourself for being too weak, for not being able to control your own life."
Hancock's lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. She felt that the being before her wasn't human, but a three-headed monster eager to devour people.
"Ahhh!!!"
With an unknown surge of courage, Hancock screamed, attempting to escape.
"Tsk~" Doflamingo waved his arm. "Moth Cocoon."
Swish, swish, swish~~~
Torrential silk instantly enveloped and swallowed Hancock.
"As expected of someone who awakened Conqueror's Haki, hmm? She must be trained well," Doflamingo said, picking up the silk cocoon and Baccarat, just as he was about to fly off.
"Um... excuse me, haha..."
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