A Descendant of the David Family Pays His Respects...

Dawn slowly walked into the room through the swirling wood dust.

He was impeccably dressed, without the slightest trace of battle on him. Even his hair was perfectly in place.

The cabin's lavish interior stood in stark contrast to the austere style of the Government Ship outside. Thick velvet carpets covered the floor, exquisite wall lamps hung from the walls, and the air was heavy with perfume and an intimate scent.

At the center of the cabin stood an enormous bed draped in luxurious curtains.

At that moment, an obscene scene was playing out atop that bed. A fat, hooded man was engaged in the most primal of acts.

The sudden crash and the intrusion of a stranger made the three of them freeze instantly.

"Y-You... who are you?! How did you get in here?! Guards! Where's Cipher Pol?! Where the hell are they?! Come protect me!!!"

Saint Barbette scrambled off the bed, grabbed a pillow beside him to cover his ugly body, and roared at the doorway with hollow bravado. His face twisted with extreme fury and a trace of fear.

Swish! Swish!

The two trained female attendants reacted swiftly. Despite the unusual circumstances, instincts honed through years of training sent them into combat mode at once.

Completely exposed, they used Soru and turned into two white blurs. One attacked from the left and one from the right, their fingers together as they thrust at Dawn's eyes and throat.

With a thought from Dawn, the air within several meters suddenly became heavy.

The two female Cipher Pol agents felt an irresistible force crushing them from every direction, as though they had been instantly buried beneath the mud of the deep sea.

Their forward momentum stopped dead. Every bone in their bodies groaned under the unbearable burden as they were