Under the burning gazes of those two Celestial Dragons, Perona shrank behind Hancock, not even daring to poke her head out.
"Sigh."
Looking at the two World Nobles before him, who had nearly cast aside even the hatred of their murdered kin, Garen let out a helpless sigh:
"Senior Rayleigh, you really tossed a femme fatale right into my hands!"
But after carefully looking Perona over, Garen still could not understand how this underdeveloped girl had managed to suppress even Hancock's charm.
Looking at the two Celestial Dragons before him, who seemed even more foolish than Saint Idiote, Garen could not help thinking fondly of an old friend:
Teach, my brother, why did you have to leave?!
"Take, take her."
The drooling fool could not squeeze out a full sentence for a long time. In the end, Saint Aceho simply waved a hand and barked at the Marine soldiers and Celestial Dragon guards beside him:
"Move! Bring that female slave over here!"
The Marine soldiers exchanged looks but did not move.
They had only been temporarily dispatched by the Sabaody Marine base after the crisis to protect Saint Aceho. They were not yet familiar with the business of aiding evil and snatching women by force.
But those guards were seasoned professionals. The moment they heard the order, they surged forward with weapons in hand.
As they rushed forward, they arrogantly pointed at Hancock, who stood in front of Perona, and shouted:
"Hand her over!"
But the moment they saw Hancock's face, the Celestial Dragon guards could not help stopping in their tracks.
"What are you standing around for?!"
Saint Aceho roared hysterically:
"She's just some big-breasted woman! What are you afraid of?!"
"Ugh."
Their fear of and obedience toward the Celestial Dragons finally allowed the guards to overcome Hancock's charm.