At sea.
Aboard the Alliance's massive merchant ship.
Over a hundred soldiers armed to the teeth guarded the merchant ship, with sentries posted every few paces.
All of them stared resentfully at the cabin.
Inside were the people from the Dragon Kingdom they despised most.
A group who had nearly started a war and left the Alliance utterly humiliated.
Forced to compromise, the Alliance could only swallow its disgust and send these people home.
They even had to guarantee their safety,
because if anything happened to these people, the Dragon Kingdom would certainly make trouble again.
It was frustration taken to the extreme.
Inside the cabin.
Little White Tiger, Old Ninth, and the others lounged leisurely on the beds.
Overlord was already dead drunk, clutching a wine jar.
Having escaped death, the others finally let their guard down and sprawled every which way around the cabin, not caring how they looked.
Bang!
The thoroughly drunk Overlord abruptly sat up.
He looked toward the doorway as though facing a formidable enemy.
Bzz, bzz.
The girl carrying a Tang saber appeared before them again.
Her baby-fat face was expressionless, and she held a foul-smelling wing in one hand.
"What's... that?"
Old Ninth looked curiously at what the girl was holding.
"Old Bat's wing."
Sword Crane walked around Old Ninth without expression and came up to Earthworm, who was snoring away.
His injuries had already been treated, and his life had been saved.
"Husband."
Ignoring everyone else, Sword Crane leaned close to Earthworm, her pink lips releasing a young girl's distinctive breath.
"Hm?"
Earthworm rubbed his bleary eyes, feeling something pressing against his chest.
He looked down.
Two magnificent peaks.
"This one's good. Everyone else, out. Just leave her."
Oblivious to the danger, Earthworm yawned. "What's your number, sweetheart?"
Click.
The girl's blade