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Inside the palace.

There was peace and prosperity.

In front of Mio were all kinds of food and drinks, and beside him were maids dressed in gauzy clothes.

Opposite Mio sat Doflamingo, who raised a toast to Mio. After taking a hearty gulp, he said in a deep voice, a gleam of excitement flashing in his eyes. "Several members of the Riku royal family escaped, but most were captured. They were originally going to be sold to Happy Street, but you might want to consider them."

"Among them, there are concubines, princesses, and other nobles."

Mio understood exactly what Doflamingo meant.

He was not particularly interested and simply replied casually, "Do as you like."

"Fufufufufu, alright." Doflamingo nodded, then added, "There's something else. You may want to consider it."

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"What is it?" Mio asked as he raised his head, drinking his wine.

"The Navy!!"

Doflamingo's gaze flickered with complexity before it turned cold. "You know I have a Navy mole within my family. This mole is someone extremely important to Sengoku."

"Oh?" Mio sat up straighter, laughing. "So, you've finally decided to act?"

Of course, Mio knew who he meant. It was Doflamingo's younger brother—Clason.

It was Mio who had informed Doflamingo of Clason's identity in the first place. Now that Doflamingo was ready to use that information, it meant he had decided to abandon Clason.

"Because of him... I've lost many of my 'family'," Doflamingo said with a complicated expression.

He had long known Clason's identity. He hadn't killed him earlier because Clason was his last blood relative—someone different from the other Donquixote family cadres.

But now, he had no choice.

Their ideologies diverged. Their paths were no longer aligned.

And now that he knew Clason's connection to the Navy, especially Sengoku, he didn't just want to eliminate Clason—he wanted revenge on the Navy itself.

If the Navy hadn't planted Clason in the Donquixote family, he wouldn't have suffered such losses over the years. Multiple Donquixote branches had been wiped out because of Clason.

And Doflamingo could never tolerate such betrayal.

"What do you want to do? Tell me. If it interests me, I'll help," Mio said with a smirk, clearly intrigued.

"It's very simple!!" Doflamingo's lips curled into a chilling smile. "The Operation Fruit!"

"The Operation Fruit?"

"That's right." Doflamingo nodded, eyes narrowing. "No one knows who's eaten it yet. If I spread rumors that I know its location and go with a team to retrieve it, the Navy will surely take the bait. Given how important that fruit is, the Navy would never allow its power to fall into the wrong hands. Whoever they send—once they arrive, they die!"

"What's in it for me?" Mio asked.

"Fufufu, that depends on what you want," Doflamingo replied with a sly grin. "Didn't that female Marine connected to Staff Officer Tsuru arrive in the G-5 branch recently? There aren't many powerful and beautiful women in the Navy. Aren't you curious? If we spread the news in the New World, she's likely to come herself."

"Hmph." Mio curled his lips in disdain. "You think I'd be interested in that?"

Most pirates might have been.

But Mio was not like most pirates. He had no interest in playing petty games with the Navy. It simply wasn't worth the risk.

"Add another Devil Fruit," Doflamingo offered, leaning forward with calm assurance.

The real reason he wanted Mio involved was that the operation would take place in the New World—where the bulk of the Donquixote family's power now resided. He no longer held much sway in the Four Seas.

And if the Navy responded with overwhelming force, Doflamingo wasn't confident in handling it alone.

But if Mio came along—even if an Admiral showed up—Doflamingo would have nothing to fear.

"Still not enough," Mio said flatly, shaking his head.

"Name your price," Doflamingo said, unbothered.

"Gold," Mio said, his tone deep and direct. "I need another batch of gold. It's almost time to forge the Golden Ark. Then I can begin the journey to the moon—to the boundless land to seek the King."

Doflamingo didn't hesitate.

"Fufufufu, alright, you've got a deal."

This was revenge, and Doflamingo was willing to pay the price. Everything he had now could be regained easily.

Especially with Mio's help—he'd gain access to more contacts, more power, and the underworld kingpins of the New World.

Doflamingo might not be as powerful as some top pirates, but his wealth and network were unmatched.

He dabbled in arms dealing, human trafficking, black market trading, Devil Fruits—you name it.

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Even before reaching the Grand Line, the Donquixote family had a presence in nearly every ocean.

Now, in the New World, it was the same.

And thanks to his network, wealth, and influence, his profits were astronomical.

He could afford the gold—even if it hurt.

With his agreement in hand, Mio finally smiled. "Alright. Then I'll come play with you."

"Hiya hiya hiya! Much appreciated!" Doflamingo laughed darkly, his sharp teeth flashing.

The hall quickly became more lively.

In a quiet corner, two little girls were watching Mio with wide eyes.

"Sister, the young master seems to really respect that guy," one of them whispered.

"Sugar, he's the young master's guest. We're leaving soon, so don't disturb them. If we get caught, we'll be in trouble," the older girl whispered back.

Both girls had long emerald-green hair and cute appearances.

Their wide eyes stayed fixed on Mio, filled with deep curiosity.