Departure

Charlos, who had played an important role in all this, received a call from his father, Saint Rosward.

"My dear son, I heard you killed a king over there. Were you hurt?" Saint Rosward asked with concern from faraway Mary Geoise.

Someone had reported the matter to the World Government, so Saint Rosward had learned of it. But he did not care about meddling in the internal affairs of an affiliated nation; all he cared about was whether his son Charlos had been hurt.

"Ah, it's nothing. I'm fine!" Charlos said, breathing heavily.

"Remember to come back with your sister soon!"

"Yes, Father!"

"Ah!"

The moment the call ended, Charlos could no longer hold back his cry. At that moment, he and his sister Shalria were kneeling on the floor, receiving Tesoro's training.

After seven days of conditioning and taming by Tesoro, Shalria was completely different from before. She had once been a noble queen, but now, trembling all over as she knelt on the ground, she had become a lowly bitch.

None of her former splendor could be seen anymore.

"Master!"

"Could you use a little more force?"

Shalria struggled to raise her head, looking pleadingly at Tesoro. Through countless methods, the man before her had thoroughly conquered her.

"Don't call out randomly. I'm not your master. Our captain is!"

In Tesoro's view, he was merely a trainer. All he needed to do was deliver the finished result to Ryan.

"All right, then please don't go easy on me!"

"Go easy on you?" Tesoro sneered coldly.

Though he was no longer a slave, he still had not forgotten the humiliation he had suffered in Mary Geoise.

Raising the whip in his hand, Tesoro lashed down hard.

"Ah!"

"It hurts!"

"It feels so good!"

Charlos, watching from the other side,