Tights, a Slave Girl (4,000 characters-please subscribe) (continued)

"Report: Our connection with the mainland of Island of Gen'ei has been severed."

The programmer, dressed in a white lab coat, worked rapidly on the control panel in front of him, his forehead already covered in sweat.

"What happened? Have you found the reason for the connection interruption?"

At this moment, Kukusu's previously composed and nonchalant expression had long been forgotten.

There was no way around it; from the very beginning, he boarded the submarine full of high spirits, fantasizing about his grand plans for the future.

But now, everything is starting to spiral out of control, and the plan is completely falling apart.

This was a change that was completely beyond the capacity of someone as ambitious yet incompetent as him to handle.

"Sister Kisaki, what will happen to me next?!"

Lying in the broad embrace of Kisaragi Kirio is the awakened Riru, no, the one now in control of her personality is Eguchi Yuito.

"I don't know, I only know we might be in trouble!"

Kisaragi Kirio gave a bitter smile. As time went by, she felt her unease growing stronger.

Never underestimate a Sword Shaman's sixth sense!

Even though she wasn't Sword Shaman skilled in precognition, she had never made a mistake in sensing danger.

Just when everyone was busy!

Sizzle--!

It sounded like fabric being torn apart, unusually jarring in the noisy space.

Everyone turned their heads in unison to search the direction of the sound.

Near the gate, the space seemed to have been sliced open, creating a large gap.

Cold sweat quickly soaked through Kukusu's vest.

As a member of the Yase Lineage, Kukusu wasn't completely ignorant. This blatant ability to create space reminded him of someone.

Someone that Kisaragi Kirio had just thought of...

"Hmm, let me sense it, it's that little guy's aura from before."

Locating a space that is moving at high speed is really a troublesome thing.

That voice sounds so familiar!

Just as I suspected!

Kukusu's knees had completely buckled, and his thighs were trembling.

The blond youth slowly emerged from the black gap and stepped onto the submarine's floor.

After surveying the room with a scrutinizing gaze, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey! Kukusu, what are you shaking for!"

The submarine's propellers had completely stopped, breaking through the water's surface, and it was now afloat.

The young man with tousled golden hair sat in the main seat, one hand supporting his left cheek, looking calmly at the person kneeling before him.

"Hmm, so the Taishi Bureau was involved! It seems I underestimated the Japanese government!"

Kukusu nodded, his face deathly pale, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Yes, Lord William! I was merely misled by the Taishi Bureau. Please spare my life!"

Fighting this monster? Don't be ridiculous!

He had personally witnessed the video of this man fighting the Third Progenitor.

If he had obtained Leviathan, he might still have the confidence to fight against the person in front of him, but as for now, forget it!

His greatest wish now is to save his own life.

This gentleman is so kind; surely he can forgive me!

Kukusu, kneeling on the ground, had a look of confusion in his eyes.

"Um--!"

The index finger tapped the table, producing a rhythmic sound.

"Kukusu, I understand your desire to live."

The man's gentle voice made Kukusu involuntarily raise his head.

"After all, I'm not an overly cruel person!"

As if they had grasped a glimmer of dawn in the deep darkness, not only Kukusu, but also the other staff members excitedly raised their heads.

A hint of astonishment flashed in Kisaragi Kirio's eyes!

Is this really forgivable? This person in a position of power has far too good a temper!

"But you are my subordinates, and yet you are defying me."

"If I let you off so easily, it will be very difficult for me to manage my subordinates in the future."

Snap!

William clasped his hands together, making a crisp sound.

"How about this? Let you survive in this vast and boundless deep sea!"

Like the whisper of a demon, these words plunged them from their initial excitement into despair!

"No, please—!"

These were the last words Kukusu left behind on this submarine!

Looking around, the submarine's control room, which had previously seemed somewhat cramped, was now completely empty.

An overwhelming sense of fear washed over Kisaragi Kirio; she felt that today must be the worst moment of her seventeen-year-old life.