The Celestial Dragon's Blood Splattered Across the Scene

"Little Kuma..."

Only Marigold would call Kuma that.

Bonney could hardly stand it.

Her face turning faintly green, she simply ignored Marigold's incessant questions.

She hated effeminate men the most—and the man beside her, who occasionally acted coy, was a giant with a full beard.

"Why did you stop talking, Bonney?"

Marigold moved a little closer, as if she had not noticed Bonney's mood, and kept blinking at her.

The hot breath exhaled from Marigold's mouth brushed against Bonney.

Bonney felt like dying.

Still, she held it in and did not lose her temper at Marigold.

After all, among this group that had come to rescue Kuma, she was ultimately the most peripheral member.

She had no right to act spoiled, much less take her bad mood out on the others for no reason.

Yet Marigold continued questioning her.

She was still very concerned about the possible relationship between Kuma and Bonney.

Maud and Sabo were equally interested in the matter.

They both liked Kuma, who bore the title of Tyrant but had an exceedingly gentle personality. Naturally, they wanted to learn more about him.

However, they could tell that Bonney did not want to discuss the subject.

"Marigold, can you open the air vent above a little wider?"

Sabo suddenly pointed at the small hole in the cave ceiling.

It was a passage leading straight to the surface, used to send oxygen underground.

"Sure."

Sabo's request diverted Marigold's attention. As she answered, she walked beneath the vent and used her ability to enlarge it slightly.

Bonney glanced at Sabo.

He gave her an apologetic smile.

Bonney was slightly taken aback. She knew Sabo had called Marigold over to enlarge the air vent so he could help her out of the situation.

She silently withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyelids,