Dawn stepped into the room through the swirling cloud of wood dust.
He was impeccably dressed, without the slightest sign of battle on him. Even his hair remained perfectly neat.
The cabin's lavish interior stood starkly at odds with the plain style of the official ship outside. Thick velvet carpets covered the floor, exquisite wall lamps hung along the walls, and the air was thick with perfume and an intoxicating scent.
At the center of the cabin stood an enormous bed draped in ornate curtains.
At that moment, an unsightly scene was playing out atop that bed. A fat man wearing a hood was engaged in the most primitive of acts.
The sudden crash and the intrusion of a stranger made all three of them freeze instantly.
"Y-You... who are you?! How did you get in here?! Guards! Where's CP?! Where the hell have they gone?! Come protect me!!!"
Saint Barbette scrambled off the bed, snatched up a pillow to cover his ugly body, and roared furiously toward the door. His face twisted with extreme rage and a trace of fear.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two trained personal maids reacted with astonishing speed. Despite the unusual circumstances, their years of training drove them into combat mode in an instant.
Even as their bodies were exposed, they launched Soru and became two white blurs, attacking from both sides with their fingers together, thrusting straight at Dawn's eyes and throat.
A thought stirred in Dawn's mind, and the air within several meters suddenly grew heavy.
The two female CP agents felt an irresistible force crushing down on them from every direction, as though they had been buried in mud at the bottom of the sea.
Their forward momentum stopped dead. Every bone in their bodies groaned under the unbearable strain as they were