The obese middle-aged woman was kicked in the belly, but fortunately, she had an extreme amount of belly fat, and although the compound owner's lower leg strength was quite something and she woke up screaming in pain, she actually suffered little damage.
"Who kicked…" The obese woman cursed, rubbing her stomach, but when she looked up and saw it was her boss, she was shocked and immediately jumped off the bed.
Because she had been sleeping, she was barely dressed, but neither Roland nor the compound's boss had any thoughts of that aspect at all when they saw her, and they even felt a bit nauseous.
After all, there was really nothing aesthetically pleasing about layers of overlapping fat jumping up and down in front of your eyes.
"Boss, what are you doing here?"
The woman's expression was somewhat apprehensive and ingratiating.
"This esteemed Mage has something to ask you." The owner of the compound pointed at Roland.
