"Wait, sir. We're willing to pay to redeem the Den Den Mushi!" Monet spoke up directly. "Please, name your price."
As she spoke, Monet slightly pulled open the clothing over her shoulder and moved closer to the man.
The girls of this world already dressed rather boldly, and this movement exposed more than half of her snowy breasts, making for an extremely eye-catching sight.
At least, the man seemed to be captivated. He showed no guard against Monet's approach. A cold glint flashed across Monet's face as she suddenly drew a long dagger from her boot and stabbed at him.
"Squelch!" Blood spurted out. Monet let out a muffled groan as the man seized her entire hand, and the dagger sank into her smooth, pale thigh. Red and white contrasted sharply, creating a horrifying sight.
"Big sister!" Sugar cried out in shock and grief, throwing herself onto Monet and fumbling to cover the wound on her thigh.
"Are you all right, big sister?" Sugar's face was filled with panic, as though the scene before her had terrified her. She wanted to pull out the dagger, but did not dare.
Monet furrowed her brow tightly and yanked out the dagger with force. Blood immediately gushed forth like a spring.
At the very instant Monet pulled out the dagger, she flung it backhandedly toward the man.
The man snorted coldly, seemingly intending to dodge, but at that moment, Sugar—who had been sobbing all along—suddenly flashed forward with eerie speed. Her little hand had already touched the hem of the man's trousers.
Of the two sisters, Sugar and Monet, Monet, who looked older, appeared to have the stronger fighting ability. In truth, ten-year-old Sugar was the more formidable one.
Though she had little strength and could not use weapons such as knives or