In the air.
Stella felt as though death had enveloped her.
In her pupils, Chaton's figure grew larger and larger.
She wanted to dodge in midair.
But—
She couldn't avoid it!
There was simply no way to avoid it!
It looked like she was going to die!
Stella came back to her senses. Feeling death draw near, she slowly closed her eyes.
Her life flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope.
Yet the happiest moments had indeed been the times she spent with her master.
"Master, perhaps I really am going to die."
Just as Stella murmured those words, Roya's voice echoed beside her ear.
Hearing Roya's voice, Stella opened her eyes in surprise and delight.
What entered her sight was her master's broad back.
All the soldiers who saw this scene widened their eyes.
"How did White Dove get up there?"
"I only blinked for a moment. How did another person suddenly appear?"
"That was a full-force attack from an admiral candidate. Is White Dove really okay being so careless?"
In the air.
Roya stood casually in front of Stella, his hand not even coated in Armament Haki.
He merely extended a single finger.
In an instant, the fangs touched Roya's fingertip.
The ferocious assault was effortlessly blocked by Roya.
The resulting gale blew toward Roya's back.
The justice cape behind him fluttered in the wind.
At the same time, it lifted the blood-red hair of Stella in her Rakshasa Woman Form.
The fangs that could have pierced through walls and shattered the ground now could not even pierce Roya's skin.
"H-How is that possible?!"
Chaton stared at the scene before him in disbelief.
A monstrous wave rose in his heart. White Dove! He actually blocked it with one finger! That was absolutely—absolutely impossible!
Chaton was not the