Among the Flower Chamber, Imu used some means to suppress another consciousness and then fell silent. His figure gradually blurred and finally disappeared from the throne.
However, what he didn't know was that as his eyes lit up red, a purple light also flashed in Senga's eyes, who was standing next to Shalulia.
Senga seemed to sense something and turned to look in one direction. Shalulia was beside her, noticed that Senga, who had been talking to her, suddenly stopped looking at her and couldn't help but ask,
"Senga, where are you looking?"
Senga shook her head and said with a smile,
"Nothing, I just felt it was time to go."
"Oh? You're leaving already? Why can't you stay a few more days? I wanted to take you to see the slaves' performance!"
"I still have missions to complete. As for your idea of slaves, I think you should give up this perverse hobby as soon as possible."
"I just enjoy watching them fight. And don't worry, the slaves I buy are all pirates. You're a Marine, after all, I know."
"You're quite sensible. Alright, I really have to go now. I'll go with you to Sabaody Archipelago next time."
"Okay... then you'd better keep your word!"
Shalulia was genuinely afraid that once Senga returned, he would revert to his previous attitude towards her, ignoring her letters and not answering Den Den Mushi).
Before, she knew that Senga wasn't particularly interested in her, but after spending the last two days together, especially that night, she finally got a taste of what it was like.
If Senga treats her the same way as before, she will find it hard to accept.
Shalulia secretly decided that if Senga still ignored her, she would personally go to the Marine Headquarters to find him and ask him why he was being so heartless!
Thinking of this, Shalulia couldn't help but smile; that smug feeling of wanting to punch her returned.
Sure enough, when Senga saw her like this, he couldn't help but flick her forehead, bringing her back to reality.
After being hit like that, Shalulia didn't dare to put on any airs anymore. She knew that being Celestial Dragons was useless in front of Senga and would only provoke his dislike.
Moreover, she herself didn't like to mix anything else into her relationship with Senga.
She finds this relationship very interesting; it's an experience she's never had before in her life, and she's enjoying it.
Seeing how well-behaved Shalulia was even after being hit, Senga felt a little embarrassed.
Shalulia has really been something else these past few days; it's a bit much that he gave her a beating even though he was about to leave.
Thinking of this, Senga took out a small piece of gold from the Door-Door Space. Looking at the gold in his hand, Senga said softly,
"Lightning Metallurgy."
A dazzling purple lightning flashed from the hand holding the gold, and the high temperature generated by the lightning made the air around the palm appear to distort.
The gold melted into a pile of golden liquid under high temperature, and gradually changed shape until it became a mini version of the Flying Thunder God Kunai.
A small ball of Black Flame emerged from Senga's palm, cooling down the mini Flying Thunder God Kunai. He then took out a slip of paper with the name of a Flying Thunder God sorcerer and tied it to the Kunai's handle. That was it, he was done.
Shalulia stared blankly as Senga, as if by magic, suddenly transformed a piece of gold into this strangely shaped object, thinking to herself...
"Senga's abilities are truly impressive, but this thing looks a bit ugly."
Looking at the miniature Flying Thunder God Kunai in his hand, Senga nodded in satisfaction, thinking that his craftsmanship was pretty good.
This Flying Thunder God Shalulia, but if Senga finds out that she actually thought the Flying Thunder God Kunai, she'll probably give her another beating.
"Hand the Kunai to Shalulia," Senga said.
"Here, this is for you."
"Huh? It's for me? It's so pretty!"
Shalulia was surprised that Senga would give her a gift. She quickly took the mini Flying Thunder God and stuffed it into her "spacesuit" to cover it up tightly, as if she was afraid that Senga would change his mind at any moment.
Seeing her cautious manner, Senga felt helpless, but still gave her a few instructions.
"Although you usually won't encounter any danger, if you do run into an emergency, just use it to call me. I'm leaving." M.
Shalulia clutched her chest and nodded repeatedly. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Senga's figure flicker and disappear before her eyes.
Standing frozen in place Shalulia stared at the spot where Senga had disappeared, opened her mouth, and weakly uttered a sentence.
"At least give me another kiss..."
On the Six Paths Reincarnation, in Senga's office,
Kalifa was intently reviewing the documents that had been sent from headquarters over the past few days, occasionally making annotations with her pen. She had become accustomed to handling these heavy official duties for Senga.
It could be said that if she wanted to, she could do a lot of things using Senga's power, but Kalifa was clearly not interested in such things.
In her view, there was limited help she could offer Senga in battle, so she would do her best in these everyday matters.
Ever since she was "sold" to Senga by the Gorosei, her life has revolved entirely around Senga.
She knew there were many women surrounding Senga, but so what? She was the one who spent the most time with Senga, even Gion couldn't compare to her in that respect.
Therefore, Kalifa is very satisfied with her current life. The only thing she might regret is Ain is sitting on the sofa over there.
Ain is now basically Senga's little shadow. With her around, although it doesn't affect the time I spend with Senga, I can't be alone with him anymore!
Ain, sitting on the sofa, was completely unaware that Kalifa was ranting about her. She was watching Kalifa busily working at Senga's seat with an admiring gaze.
She thought Kalifa was incredibly capable; everything could be arranged perfectly in her hands.
Especially during the days that Senga was away, Kalifa's efforts were all witnessed by her.
Ain always treated Kalifa as her older sister, not because of age. Compared to Kalifa, she felt like a child who knew nothing.
After all, Kalifa was sent to the World Government for training, so her experience is indeed much richer than Ain's.
Just as the two women were each lost in thought, Senga suddenly appeared in the office. This time, his position was rather awkward; he sat directly on Kalifa's lap.
Feeling the touch on his back, Senga leaned back slightly, looked at Ain who was staring at him blankly, and said,
"Did they put a new cushion on this chair? It's really comfortable. Did Kalifa do it? Where is she?"
Ain held her forehead with one hand and said helplessly,
"That's the one you're sitting over."
Senga was taken aback and quickly got up from the chair. When she turned her head, she saw Kalifa with a completely red face.
Kalifa looked at Senga with resentment, about to speak,
"Boss, what's going on...?"
"Stop! It's a mistake, a mistake!"