A Longing for Peace

Moyun froze on the spot. He had not even done anything, so how had this man fainted?

Still, it saved him quite a bit of trouble.

With his small body, Moyun slung the two men over his shoulders, one on each side.

The others had already been waiting at the palace entrance.

"Wow, how did you finish so quickly?"

Moyun threw the two men from his shoulders onto the ground, then dusted off his hands as if he had touched something filthy.

"Because it looked like those people were about to attack again."

"Yeah, yeah."

Moyun nodded, then pointed at the two men still unconscious on the ground.

"This is the king, and this is the Marine in charge of this place. I barely even touched them, and they fainted."

"What? Why are they so weak?"

Hisoka curled his lip. Even he thought these two were ridiculously weak.

Were people like them really capable of causing such a huge upheaval in this country?

Sabo walked over. At some point, two ropes had appeared in his hands, and he immediately bound the two men tightly.

Then he woke them up.

The king came to in a daze. Before he could figure out what was happening, he found a crowd of people surrounding him.

He thought he was still in his bedchamber.

"What are you people doing surrounding your king? Hurry up and step back."

Hearing his still muddled words, Moyun and the others nearly burst out laughing.

"Hey, take a good look at where you are."

"What do you mean, where? Where else could it be? It must be my palace... Who are you?"

The king finally came fully awake. He looked at these strangers in horror and tried to flee, only to discover that he could not move.

His memories