After receiving a call from Orin, the Elders were all holding their heads in frustration.
"If I rember correctly, Doflamingo is even older than you, Orin."
"What does that matter? He’s just my adoptive father."
Just monts ago, the Elders had finally returned to the Room of Authority to resu handling affairs when the Den Den Mushi rang unexpectedly.
It was a call from Orin, and he imdiately threw out a wild proposal—
If he were to take Doflamingo as his adoptive father, then considering his own pure-blooded Celestial Dragon lineage, could Doflamingo be given special admission into the Celestial Dragon registry?
But the real issue lay in Doflamingo’s identity. Back then, his status had been a unanimous decision between the Elders and the God Knights—
It was ant as a warning to those bored, pampered Celestial Dragons to not cause trouble for fun. The Holy Land wasn’t a place you could co and go as you pleased.
Bringing Doflamingo into the Holy Land now would essentially be reversing a previous decree, a slap in the face to their own decision.
They sighed.
"If you insist..."
"No, I’m not that insistent. But the fact that you’re even considering it ans it’s not completely out of the question."
Surprisingly, Orin didn’t push hard this ti for the World Governnt to give him face.
"I’m just asking. Doffy isn’t worth that much effort from yet. Let’s just say I’m giving him a big promise for the future."
He had already handed over Pure Gold.
Orin believed that the reward he had given Doflamingo for his loyalty far outweighed what Doflamingo had shown in return.
You can’t feed a wolf too well—
After a few pleasantries, Orin hung up the Den Den Mushi. Not long after, Doffy ca over with a nervous expression on his face.
"Orin-sama..."
"I asked about your matter. The Elders say it’s very difficult."
Orin gave a regretful sigh and shrugged.
That scene truly disappointed Doflamingo. He had thought that with Orin stepping in, things were practically guaranteed.
"But..."
With a sudden twist, Orin took a sip of orange juice, swallowed slowly, and under Doflamingo’s anxious gaze, said calmly:
"The Elders didn’t give a flat refusal. Work hard, Doffy. The more prominent you beco on the world stage, the more the Celestial Dragons will regret not accepting you. The opportunity will co."
"...I understand, Orin-sama."
Clearly, the Celestial Dragon identity had already beco a lingering obsession in Doflamingo’s heart.
Isn’t this just a competition of ambition?
If he goes hard enough, Doffy refuses to believe Orin-sama and the Elders won’t eventually relent!
If Orin could see a loyalty value, he’d definitely notice Doffy’s score shooting up like crazy!
...
The World Governnt mber Nation Conference, to be honest, was pretty boring.
Though they called it a conference for everyone, the World Governnt already had true rulers. It wasn’t like they’d let so kings actually decide the course of history for the seas.
So while old Keek was enthusiastically enjoying his big-shot experience at the conference table, Orin was wandering around Pangaea Castle.
Trailing behind him was a strange man in a black suit and a mask—
A CP agent assigned to him by the Elders.
Ordinary Celestial Dragons were usually accompanied by CP1 through CP8 agents. True elites like CP9, or even CP0, only followed a select few Celestial Dragons.
Though CP0 also followed orders from regular Celestial Dragons, they were usually dispatched by the World Governnt on major missions across the seas, not babysitting this group.
"Hey, Lip, is there anything interesting around Mary Geoise?"
"Hmm..."
The CP0 agent nad Lip paused to think for a few seconds after hearing Orin’s question.
"Reporting, Orin-sama. The places other Celestial Dragon lords frequent most would be the slave holding pens and the coliseum."
"How boring."
Those places were nothing but slave selections and bloodsport matches. Orin found it completely aningless.
If he really wanted slaves, he could mobilize the entire underground world across the seas to find the exact type of person he wanted.
He could even be specific about their appearance.
For example, if today Orin wanted to find a loli with twig-thin arms, thunder thighs, a horse face, and a scruffy beard—
Even with such outrageous and absurd demands, he believed his subordinates could find her.
After all, there were all kinds of weirdos on the seas. Maybe one exactly like that did exist.
And if not, then one could be created.
That was the power of the underworld.
"Oh right, next year, keep an eye out. If any slave girls like three sisters are brought into the Holy Land, flag it for ."
"Forgive for asking, but do you an..." Lip bowed respectfully as he asked.
"You don’t need to worry about anything else. Just make sure no other Celestial Dragon takes them. If anyone puts pressure on you, go to the Elders. Say it was my order."
Lip instantly understood.
He had initially thought maybe soone close to Orin-sama had been mistakenly captured.
But after hearing those specific instructions, it was clearly about a certain... preference.
Three sisters, huh? Gotta be a full trio.
Lip thought to himself, but his expression didn’t change at all. He’d seen worse from other debauched Celestial Dragons.
When the ti ca, he’d just tell the slave handlers to mold those three sisters into Orin-sama’s preferred "form." Orin-sama would likely be pleased.
Lip thought silently to himself.
Orin didn’t have Observation Haki that could read minds, so he had no idea that this CP0 agent had already pegged him as a man with certain... unique tastes.
In truth, Orin had only casually ntioned it. It popped into his mind, so he said it. It wasn’t like he’d stick around in the Holy Land until next year.
But that one casual instruction—
Would eventually turn the na "Orin-sama" into a waking nightmare for the three Boa sisters. A symbol of absolute fear.
The kind of psychological shadow that ant, no matter what he said, they didn’t dare disobey.
...
"Wow~ That man is so handso! Daddy, I want that man to be my slave!!!"
Suddenly, a childish voice cut off Orin’s thoughts. He turned his head—was that... a little girl?
"A new face, huh... Shalria, he’s also a Celestial Dragon. You can’t make him your slave."
A fat Celestial Dragon walked over, accompanied by his daughter, a bunch of guards, and CP agents. But judging by the CP at Orin’s side, he recognized Orin as one of their kind.
Rosward shook his head and explained.
Still, even he had to admit that Orin’s looks were top-tier among the Celestial Dragons. Compared to the average pig-faced males, Orin was stunning.
Orin had no interest in wasting ti on such run-of-the-mill Celestial Dragons—even ones that appeared in the original story.
He simply gave Shalria a charming smile, then turned and walked away.
And it was that one dashing smile that made the young Shalria clasp her cheeks, eyes full of hearts.
She wouldn’t forget that smile for the next twenty years...
"So handso!!!"
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