As Doflamingo's laughter abruptly stopped, Pika pressed his hand against the ground, ready at any moment to activate the surrounding rock; on land, his combat effectiveness increased by at least one third.
"Gulu～"
Sugar, who was swallowing grapes, choked and rolled her eyes; A Mu had somehow already appeared behind Sugar, and as soon as the situation changed even a little, it would instantly crush Sugar into powder—it didn't care in the slightest whether Sugar was cute or not.
Doflamingo raised his palm toward Pika, signaling him not to act rashly. This reaction from the three of them was perfectly normal. If having a Sharp Blade at your throat was like the prick of a needle, then observing Apollo at close range was like a branding iron approaching your brow—scorching, stinging.
"This is a weapon you made?"
Doflamingo quickly calmed himself, but his five fingers twitched, and invisible threads appeared around Su Xiao.
Zi～
