"...It's a bit cute!" Trish seemed a little surprised, taking him from Johnson Joffrey's hand.
"Ah, ah, he looks more like his father," Melone said, looking at the computer screen.
The little thing suddenly opened his red eyes, and his rotating red pupils reflected Trish's image.
"What does cute mean?"
"Oh," Melone said, looking at the computer screen, a smile involuntarily appearing, "He's already starting to follow his mother's meaning."
"I have to say, Trish, you're not a good mother at all," Melone said, frowning at Trish, "Don't give him useless things."
"Cute is meaningless."
"What are you talking about?!" Trish yelled at Melone.
"What is useless?"
"Useless things are just useless things, completely useless!" Melone said to the Babyface computer, then typed the sentence onto the screen.
"Useless?" The little thing spoke its first words, taught by Melone.
"It's all your fault, Melone! He should have called me Mama!"
Trish quickly walked over to Melone and slapped away his hand just as he was about to type.
"Don't teach him perverted things!"
"Hey," Melone looked at Trish, "I've already instructed many Babyfaces; my experience is much richer than yours, isn't it?"
"Let Trish instruct it," Risotto suddenly said, giving Johnson a faint glance before adding, "Trish and Melone will instruct it together."
Johnson Joffrey looked at Risotto, seemingly quite surprised by his words. For Babyface, it was originally a disposable item. Although its power was strong, it could actually be recreated at any time. Training it into a vicious Stand was not as useful as a gentle Stand.
Generally speaking, Melone actually wouldn't create overly evil Stands because there was no point; they were hard to control and would instead develop into some kind of murderous monster.
This was different from the original work. Johnson guessed it was because Melone in the original work learned that Prosciutto and Pesci were both killed by Bucciarati, which is why he didn't shy away from creating extremely evil Stands.
"Your teaching method will only make it weak, do you understand? Excessive knowledge and emotions will only make it poorer and poorer."
"Poorer?" Babyface really started sucking its fingers like a small child.
Upon hearing Babyface say this, Trish quickly shook her hand, like raising a small hamster, and comforted it, saying, "You're not weak; Melone is weak."
Melone looked at Trish with some surprise, then said with a hint of annoyance, "Don't teach it useless things. Give it to me; you'll only make it weaker and weaker."
"Melone," Risotto spoke again, "Respect Trish. Don't make me repeat myself a third time."
Melone looked at Trish with helpless and resentful eyes, "Then you tell me how to teach it."
Johnson Joffrey watched Trish and Melone argue back and forth. He hoped to create a powerful Babyface Stand that would obey him, but not Trish's version. This one would be used to kill Diavolo.
If it could take a blow for him at a crucial moment, then he could get close to Diavolo. My ability can erase the energy from Diavolo's body, so how should I use this ability?
Melone took out a book, becoming an emotionless page-turner. All authority over Babyface's education was snatched by Trish. Trish said to Babyface, "This is an elephant."
"Elephant?"
"This is a giraffe."
"Giraffe?"
Perhaps because she somewhat liked Johnson Joffrey, and because Babyface looked a bit like a combination of Johnson and Trish, appearing very cute, Trish, with the feelings of a young girl in love, really liked Babyface.
"Giotto, you're so good!"
"What the hell is Giotto?!" Melone complained.
"Can't I give him a name?!"
Giorno, like everyone else, shook his head helplessly, watching Melone and Trish, these clumsy prenatal education experts, educate the little child.
Giorno looked at the Babyface, his gaze unintentionally... "A star birthmark?!" Giorno exclaimed.
"What's wrong, Giorno?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Giorno said to Bucciarati, then looked at Johnson again. He didn't seem to care at all.
What secret does the inherited star-shaped birthmark hide? Johnson and I both have this birthmark. Could it be some kind of family secret inheritance?
Does everyone with this bloodline possess this birthmark?!
Johnson knew he had doubts. After giving him a look, Giorno immediately understood. While everyone was looking at Melone and Trish educating the child with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, he went to the balcony with Johnson.
"I know you have doubts." Johnson Joffrey looked at the buildings in the distance, his gaze briefly sweeping over the SPW Foundation's surveillance personnel there, then said to Giorno, "Regarding the Joestar Family's star mark."
"Joestar?" Giorno repeated the word.
"This matter goes back over a hundred years," Johnson said. "This is all what my mother told me. Of course, because I'm a little older than you, I can also remember some very old things, but I don't know much either."
"This matter traces back to history a century ago. Our biological father, Dio Brando, was an adopted son of the Joestar Family..."
Johnson Joffrey briefly recounted Dio's past, without dwelling too much on Jonathan's story, only mentioning that to resurrect Dio, he stole Jonathan's body. Although we are Dio's sons, we are also Jonathan's sons.
The reason he said this was, on one hand, he truly considered Giorno his brother. Giorno is so smart and strong; wouldn't he make a great brother? On the other hand, it was also confidence in his own identity and strength. Although he hadn't been here long, he had awakened Reversed Hierophant·ACT2, making a one-on-one fight almost impossible to lose.
After all, his ability is to make the energy of an object that attacks him chaotic.
Furthermore, his status was already solidified. Both the members of the Assassination Team and Bucciarati's Team willingly submitted to him, even Prosciutto, who had always doubted him. His strange behavior was basically no longer questioned; instead, it would give rise to a kind of 'As expected of you' admiring thought.
"I understand." Giorno looked up at the azure sky. A century of history didn't really affect him much, but he couldn't help but sigh.
"Do you see this?" Trish and Melone said in unison, their voices reaching Giorno and Johnson's ears, as if they had, for once, reached an agreement on something. "He is Diavolo, the scum of the earth, he must die!"