"I need to pee! Let me out!"
Clang...
A metal basin was tossed into the cage. The short soldier said impatiently, "Use this."
"You're abusing a child! This is unjust!"
Miss. Golden Week's face flushed red with embarrassment. In a fit of rage, she stretched out her little hand, trying to grab him.
"I'm only following orders."
But the soldier had anticipated it. He took a step back to dodge the sneak attack, then walked away expressionlessly after speaking.
Watching him leave, Miss. Golden Week, who had been baring her fangs and brandishing her claws, suddenly slumped back into the cage.
It was over!
This time, it was really over!
These Marines were all highly trained and powerful. They cared about nothing but orders. They clearly weren't an ordinary unit and would never give her any chance to escape!
And even if she got out of the cage, could she really escape?
Thinking of something, Miss. Golden Week shuddered, a trace of fear flashing through her eyes as she looked up at the tall figure at the front of the formation.
Neatly combed black bangs rested over his forehead. His appearance could only be called ordinary, but his eyes were full of confidence, calmness, and a hint of cunning, as though nothing in the world could surprise him. He stood two meters and thirty-three centimeters tall, dressed in the leaf-green uniform unique to the Flower Capital Guard. He was not particularly muscular and looked far easier to handle than the burly elite soldiers around him.
But...
This was the very guy who had created that terrifying thunderstorm!
That deafening thunder! The miserable screams of her subordinates! That strange, foul stench drifting through the air!
They would become nightmares she could never shake for the rest of her life!
Even the