Werther would never make things too hard for Sugar. After giving her a "thorough" lesson, he let her off.
"I've arranged the weapons for you. Just send someone to pick them up."
"Hmph." Anita sounded displeased.
"I went to all that trouble to get you weapons, and you're still unhappy? You little brat."
Werther was baffled. Anita's mood had changed far too suddenly. Then again, a brat was a brat.
"You got me weapons? Wow, thank you so much, you damned baldy!"
With that, Anita hung up the Den Den Mushi, leaving Werther staring in disbelief.
Only Anita dared treat Werther that way. If anyone else had done it, he would have lost his temper. It had come completely out of nowhere.
"That little devil's getting stranger by the day. She didn't even say who's coming to collect the weapons. Should I find someone to deliver them?"
Still annoyed, Werther put away the Den Den Mushi and smiled at Sugar, who lay on the sofa after the lesson he had just given her.
In Mary Geoise, inside a vast Bedroom.
Pink dominated the spacious, luxurious Bedroom.
Bright sunlight streamed through the pristine floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the Bedroom with light.
Perhaps because she had only recently woken up, a young girl still lay sprawled on the bed. Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders, smooth and soft as satin.
"That guy's found another woman out there. Sigh. When am I ever going to grow up? Damn it."
The girl sighed and lay resignedly on the bed. She felt the small swell of her chest, then sighed again.
"Number Three," Anita called weakly, and a figure appeared beside her bed in a flash.
"An, perk up this morning. You're meeting the current Fleet Admiral today. Didn't you say you wanted to put