"Hey, are you sure you're not messing with us? Who would give an organization such a... bizarre name?" Jean was momentarily at a loss for words.
"What are you all doing, crowding around here?" Connie asked after returning from feeding his horse.
Jean gave him a quick rundown.
"What? Girl's Strap?" Connie's jaw dropped in shock.
"That sounds like a bunch of perverts! It must be an evil organization that steals girls' underwear. Don't tell me they know I hide bread in mine!" Sasha said in horror. She glanced warily around and hurriedly clutched her underwear.
Jean and Connie were speechless.
"Yes, exactly. That organization committed every crime imaginable in Wall Sina, and its leader was an utterly irredeemable demon! Raping girls, slaughtering ordinary people-there was nothing he wouldn't do! My mother... she... uh..." Patrick spoke with bitter hatred, but when he mentioned his mother, he choked up and could not go on.
Two and a half years earlier, Wall Sina.
A luxurious private residence stood brightly lit, with guards stationed at its entrance.
"Your name is Zeyechuan, isn't it? That's an unusual name. Are you sure you can handle this?" a lavishly dressed, balding middle-aged man asked casually, seated on a softly cushioned chair.
"Of course, Baron Paulino. Don't worry. All the businesses on this street will soon be yours," Zeyechuan said confidently.
Zeyechuan had brought Pieck with him and used his invisibility to sneak into Wall Sina, the innermost wall on Paradis Island.
His ostensible purpose was to gather intelligence on the higher-ups, but in truth, he had come to enjoy himself. What was so interesting about fighting? He only wanted to find the most comfortable place possible and enjoy being waited on by beautiful women.
In this backward world without the internet, computers, or phones, Zeyechuan's