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Some members of the Black Resort were heading to investigate the placeholder and to locate somewhere that the bandits with red coat uniforms had stored the slaves in a hidden chamber. Specifically, the squad named Black Tears was purposely assigned for it because they exclusively consisted of trained women in case of respecting privacy from possible perverted situations. However, that was not the reason why the Black Resort Corps. had to subdivide into two groups. Each of them had different affairs in different situations, but currently, they shared the same objective which was to rescue slaves.
The sole women filled to the Black Tears alike, there was also a share of similarities with men which they named it — the Black Perspire.
Unlike the members of the Black Tears who dressed in just a black rubber bikini suit and a white cloak surrounding their entire body from behind, the Black Perspire had worn their typical black frock coat with the same white cloak. Although their outfit designed with comfortability, they could still sweat out from their body because of heat produced by mere sunlight plus their constant body regulation caused by their total concentration.
Speaking of which, what they were doing was contrasting to what Black Tears was doing.
Instead of investigating it, they were pursuing something they needed to rush on time before it would be too late to grasp it back — rather them.
Their chief commander informed them that there were also several slaves who had forced to deliver to the hands of someone who was far superior to the bandits who tried to sell it back. Like a Black Market functioning its trading system from legal retails to illegal ones, the bandits had committed those acts because they believed that they would get more credits other than the legal ones. This was their motive that these red-coated guerrillas wanted to get while the Black Perspire was racing for the rescue operation ordered by the secret justice organization which they altogether promised with this saying — "Human lives first, before the monsters."
The leader of the squad named Kyle bore the responsibility to rally altogether. Unlike Rachel who was his leading counterpart from the Black Tears, Kyle with his handsome look had no excuses running from face-to-face because he believed that nothing would come as far as it went. He only had him, his pointy-headed cutlass, and his comrades to aid for his salvation together with his squad and accomplish what they should accomplish it. He wanted not to hold back even soon.
All of them were riding horses because that was their only idea to prevent such hindrance while leaving themselves in a delay.
With the swishing sounds distracting the rider's ears, they spoke no words left because they glued all eyes and brains to the roadway which they could only tell that this path leads to where the delivery was transporting to. Chambered carriages were the ideal figure that it could transport the slaves.
"It seems that this distance is familiarly close to the port. We cannot let these bandits do as they please!" cried Kyle while he tried to rally his comrade.
"Graaaah! These bandits deserve unforgivable punishments!! We cannot let these ladies be tormented into pieces!!" one of his subordinates yelled before Kyle.
"Shut up Myles, your perverted 'dream boy' aura would never be attractive to the ladies' perspective for eternity. Even when you tried to propose Rachel in front of your stupid stolen panty hiding within the pack of roses was a big unreasonable act," Kyle gently berated him.
"Ha ha ha ha! Sounds like a brave man putting your truthful will into his commitment," somehow another subordinate who had a muscular figure laughed. "It will be best for you to keep up that spirit! What's important is you and yourself alone exhibiting in the right place."
"Right place is not the right word here," Kyle corrected his statement. "Kranz, a manner is always the first and top significant competence when it comes to interacting with people. If you proposed to her as a girlfriend in an instant, that girl would be a slap to your face if I were you. No matter when, how, and what — is not an enormous deal at all."
"Even though madam Juliette had the biggest titties among all, you really care more on Rachel," Darwin shrugged at his remark. "I guess you were erotically in love with her so easily that your penis has been erected for gazing in a bit of second."
"Give me a break! Would you please stop asking me about the titties and the panty in the rose?!" Myles cried over again. "I told you I didn't deliberately put the panty inside the banquet!... Jeez!! When will you guys believe me for all the galaxies I have gone through? I wonder if Rachel should just change their uniform into something decent!! Rather that's what I'm hoping for!!"
"Spoken like a gentleman, isn't it?" teased Darwin. "Well, whether it's true, I believe we will leave your perception up to you and yourself. After all, everything you've done is all into you. We don't make our beloved squadmates interfere with their personal life."
"Cease this inappropriate conversation at once!" Kyle calmly cried. "Cause I have spotted odd carriages with cages and people in it!"
While the rest of the squad ranting about Myles' accidental yet somehow perverted proclamation, Kyle glued on the road until he spotted something. There were two red-coated horsemen guarding in each parallel parameter that sandwiched the carriage loaded with some naked woman with a red collar neck. The rope had connected each to the pair of horses through the side-holder beside the saddle. One from the left while the other from the right.
For the bandits, it would be an awful idea for them to start the delivery in the early morning. As they spotted several cavalries behind, their agitation suddenly pumped up that it frightened them of their realization.
"Tsk! These bastards had our run right now!!" The first horseman in red coat yelled. "We must contact the reinforcements from the port before it will be too late."
"Casting the Flare spell above right now!!"
With that, the second horseman stretched his hand and cast the spell with a bullet blasting towards the sky.
While Kyle and his squad mates had no choice but to rush ahead.
"Let's just charge forward before more bastards would come!!" cried Kyle.
They had to reach the opportunity before the enemy reinforcement would respond to the flare signal.
They had to rescue the slaves by all means before they would deliver it to the hands of the Empire.
They did not want to allow the bandits to fulfill the promises because what they valued the most was solely the lives of the human being.
They had to think straight despite its recklessness.
"Oh, you're not getting away from us!! You tomato pulps!"
Myles did the first turn by drawing his sword to the left grip. He told his squad mates from the very beginning of his career as a member of the Black Perspire that he was born with ambidexterity — which means he could use his both hands well without worrying himself about making trouble in battle. Below Kranz's top place as the most favorite combatant, Kyle made Myles as his second favorite combatant because he could rely on agility if Kranz could not handle by himself. That was the reason Kyle had his comrades to rely on each other
Once Myles drew his sword, he gave his first swing to the horseman who stood at the right side of the carriage. He took a close glimpse of the slaves who restrained inside the cages in a while. Based on his assumption, they seemed to be tearful with their delightful expression which he could tell that something that went blank drugged them — the aphrodisiac probably applied to them beforehand.
"(What on earth these bastards made them be?)" Myles thought about their treatment.
"Graah!"
The horseman on the right gasped with his panicked eyes because of the cutlass swinging right behind his vulnerable head. He drew his last breath until the sword sliced his head through the throat since Myles got his upper hand. Once the sword segmented through, the head suddenly flew off from his neck separating from each other — decapitation. Following, the blood gushed out from the severe cut between his head and neck. It was like a rocket blasting off from its stand.
Once again, he planned to head for the second horseman to the left. While his other squadmates tried to catch up with him, they revised their plan and leave the execution to Myles. Instead of focusing on two guards, they had to cut the rope connecting between the carriages and the enemy-handed horses. It was Kyle's idea because he believed that Myles could just say whatever his will might drive him insane.
Kyle promised him to rely on his agility because he had the strongest willpower for saving women in every assignment. He might act heedful towards Rachel's presence, but his genuine nature was his libidinous judgment towards women with seductive looks such as big breasts, thick thighs, and attractive face. However, his feeling towards Rachel remained questionable to the other's perspective.
"If we hang ourselves idly, the reinforcements will readily come to us in the meantime," Darwin explained while swinging his sword to the rope. "We have to bear all we can do to support the essence of time before it will become too late."
"Hmm… if I could count the number of slaves inside the cages, that would be 50 of them."
Kyle announced the number of slaves who lived in the seized carriage. Supposedly, there should be 200 were sold to a certain red-coated gentleman whom their commander mentioned about his profile before executing the operation. If the Black Tears had the reports with the accountable records, then the Black Perspire would check if they would need further execution regarding their operation.
Kyle's suggestion preferred to skip the waiting reports and seek the confirmation of any remaining slaves whether there could be, but Rachel disagreed with his idea because it seemed impossible to move forward to their port base which was their camping place to live in this continent. However, he despised her argument since he knew any alternatives he could find anywhere he liked.
Kyle stared within the carriage, "If there are 50 women on this carriage, so this could be the maximum limit with no exceeding amount."
"Based on their space and distances, it looks like it encloses them to each other. They were even two bandits who guarded and delivered these women to their buyer."
"I'm sure that the mansion had been dealt with," Darwin shrugged. "If these women had been transported after our madam's care, then there could be another place to store slaves."
"Don't you mean?"
"Yes, we somehow had missed another person who bought tons of slaves, but I'm guessing we are too late," said Kyle.
"Do records matter to this case?"
"We don't know, but we have no choice but to find it."
Myles asked while cutting the right-sided rope from the horse, "Fuck! Just how many of these bloody jerkwads are affiliated to this faction?"
"I told you we don't know. But in fact, there are secret organizations other than these red-coated bandits after that. Let's say that there are more supporters who can provide them with more or fewer presents that they have."
"I believe that these supporters could be one or other civilian, mostly who have the aristocratic position in Reversia," Darwin rubbed his chin with his right-handed fingers. "Anyhow, let's leave this place as soon as possible before--"
"Wait?! — If this instance we hypothesized while ago could be true, then we have to divide each other by two. I guess Myles and I would do the check-up side while Kranz and Darwin should do the carriage transportation."
Myles gasped, "What?! Just the two of us!"
"Don't worry. I believe that there will be someone behind us."
The rest of the Black Perspire members believed the words of leadership from Kyle as they proceeded along with their plan. They wouldn't let anybody to get their hands back as there should fill something while executing the operation declared by their dedicated commander, the one who led among the Black Resort Division. So with that, they prepared their horses while Kranz and Darwin tied the holding pin on the base of the carrier along with the saddle of their horse.
"Then execute right now!"
"Roger that!!"