SlemHal Country, and in it's heart, lays Harbor City, where the clamor of the busy port met the gentle whispers of the ocean's waves, somewhere there stood a sanctuary known as The Humble Bees. This small church served as both a haven for orphans and a house of worship for the devout sisters who cared for them. It was a place of solace and refuge, nestled on the eastern fringes of the bustling city.
On this particular rainy evening, a heavy silence enveloped The Humble Bees, with only the dim glow of candlelight illuminating the interior. The orphanage's inhabitants had retired for the night, each wrapped in dreams or prayers.
In the heartwarming kitchen, cheerful sisters were busy preparing morning snacks for the orphaned children. Laughter and conversation filled the air, accompanied by the voice of an old radio placed on a nearby shelf.
"Breaking news from SwestinBerg! MainStay Shwartez SwestinBerg, the Fill Influence, is about to make a public announcement regarding recent developments. Stay tuned for further updates."
The news hung in the air, a reminder that even in the tranquil heart of The Humble Bees, the ripples of events far beyond their lands could still reach them.
Then came the abrupt and thunderous knocks that shattered the tranquil ambiance. The echoes reverberated through the hallways, jolting the sisters and Father Saxomilian from their slumber. Panic gripped their hearts as they scrambled to discern the source of this unsettling intrusion.
The persistent pounding on the massive wooden doors resonated with urgency, and the terror in the voices on the other side was unmistakable. The sisters huddled together, their faces etched with apprehension, while Father Saxomilian, still groggy from sleep, rushed forward, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he approached the imposing doors, they shuddered under the relentless onslaught. The intensity of the knocking seemed to intensify, as if someone's very life depended on it. The priest's hands trembled as he fumbled with the latch, eventually swinging open the doors to welcome the beam of the orange streetlight amidst the backdrop of wind and rain, followed by the unexpected arrival of a guest.
Before them stood a disheveled woman, her blonde hair matted and tangled, soaked from the rain that fell relentlessly outside. Her dress was tattered and torn, clinging to her like a second skin, barely concealing her pregnant belly. Her feet were bare and cold, her steps faltering as she struggled to reach the safety of The Humble Bees.
"I am at my limit!" she implored, her voice filled with fatigue, before her strength finally gave out. With a soft thud, she collapsed into the waiting arms of Father Saxomilian, who caught her just in time.
The sisters, their initial panic replaced by concern, gathered around, their gentle hands assisting the fallen woman. "Aid me in taking her to the infirmary, and someone, please, find Sister Maria," Father Saxomilian directed, his gaze lingering on the dimly lit corridor beyond the wooden doors before he gently closed it.
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(PearlMere, Mungaria - Green Greed Hotel, VIP Floor)
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As patrons ascended the guarded stairs to the VIP Casino Floor, their eyes were immediately drawn to the opulent spectacle above. A mesmerizing display of golden branches adorned the ceiling, weaving a web of shimmering foliage that seemed to reach out and ensnare the entire room. These branches were unlike any ordinary flora; they were thick, shiny, and sprouted with an almost unnatural radiance.
Upon crossing the threshold, the cacophony of excitement from the gambling area washed over them. The gambling tables and machines stretched as far as the eye could see, a sprawling labyrinth where fortunes could be won or lost in an instant. Rich and impeccably dressed patrons jostled for coveted seats, their eyes alight with the prospect of winning Opper coins. Laughter, jeers, and the clinking of coins melded into a symphony of chance and luck.
Security personnel, tall and imposing in their golden and green attire, stood sentinel in every corner, their vigilant eyes scanning the room with smiles as pleasant as they were watchful. They maintained an air of effortless authority, ensuring that the guests reveled in the atmosphere of opulence while staying within the bounds of decorum.
However, amidst the security personnel dressed in their resplendent green and gold uniforms, the towering figure of Oddo from the Bronze Mist stood, his broad grin concealing his true allegiance. He blended seamlessly with the others, outwardly performing the role of a security guard while covertly upholding the rebels' secret mission. His unique ability to phase through solid objects with the chaos dagger proved invaluable in infiltrating the hotel alongside his comrades.
Amid the enchanting spectacle of the gambling area , a touch of whimsy occasionally graced the floor from above. At unpredictable intervals, golden paper with the shape of beetles descended from the ceiling like gleaming harbingers of fortune. Lucky patrons who managed to catch one of these precious insects found themselves in possession of a tantalizing secret. With bated breath and eager anticipation, they unfurled the golden paper, their hearts skipping a beat as a sparkly golden glitter danced in the air.
Revealing the hidden code on the paper, the fortunate discoverer would be granted a singular prize-a Purple Opper coin. These coveted coins held a value that far exceeded their golden counterparts, each one equivalent to a hundred golden Opper coins. The pursuit of these elusive treasures added an extra layer of thrill to the already vibrant atmosphere of the VIP Casino Floor.
With their eyes aglow with possibilities, the guests reveled in the luxurious surroundings, eager to try their luck in this dazzling haven of chance and extravagance.
In the heart of the sprawling floor, a magnificent circular bar stood as a beacon of luxury. It commanded attention with its opulence, a hub of both social interaction and sensory delight. To either side of this grand centerpiece, tall, verdant trees, their branches adorned with shimmering waterfalls, created a serene oasis of greenery. The gentle sound of cascading water, the vibrant hues of exotic fish swimming in the crystal-clear pools, and the soft glow of gentle lighting bathed the area in a calming aura.
This verdant haven, seemingly set apart from the rest of the bustling floor, provided a refuge for wandering lovers seeking a respite from the lively chaos. Amidst the flourishing flora, golden statues of fierce predators, including lions, tigers, and crocodiles, served as silent sentinels. Their watchful gazes added a touch of majesty to the overall decoration.
Amidst the tall trees, Atkis, the leader of the infiltrators, settled into one of the wooden seats positioned near a tranquil water pool. He had strategically chosen a spot that offered a central vantage point across the entire floor. To his dismay, a couple not far behind him were passionate in their embrace of love.
"What the fuck!" Atkis to himself, both palms pressed against his temples as he grew increasingly irritated by his chosen location. Over the transmission device, Oddo's voice crackled in his ear, and Atkis could sense the teasing tone as Oddo asked, "What's the matter?"
With a rude tone, Atkis replied, "Shut the fuck up." Oddo's laughter echoed through the radio, punctuating the awkwardness of Atkis's situation.
The central theme of gold and green was a testament to the Mungaria QueenDom's identity, with these colors prominently displayed in the land's flag.
As patrons gathered around the circular bar, they were greeted by a symphony of indulgence. The bar itself was a paragon of luxury, with a gleaming golden table encircling it. Elegant waitresses, adorned in glamorous attire, moved gracefully through the crowd, expertly serving rich and exotic drinks and culinary delights. The carefully crafted cocktails and mouthwatering cuisine tantalized the senses, transforming the bar into an epicurean delight.
At the heart of this luxurious oasis, a breathtaking collection of fine wines stood as a testament to the establishment's commitment to extravagance. The walls, constructed of sleek and shiny green metals, added a modern touch to the ambiance, amplifying the feeling of opulence that pervaded the entire VIP Casino Floor.
The final section of the VIP Casino Floor offered a stark contrast to the tranquility of the verdant oasis. Here, the sounds of laughter, music, and revelry fused into a cacophonous symphony of celebration. The atmosphere was electric, a testament to the joyous abandon that gripped the patrons. As they swayed and gyrated to the rhythm of the music, the black and white checkered tiles beneath their feet seemed to pulse with the energy of the crowd.
Colorful lights flashed and danced overhead, casting vibrant hues upon the wild and jubilant dancers. It was a spectacle of hedonism, where people reveled as if there were no consequences or tomorrows to consider. In this corner of the VIP Casino Floor, the night came alive with a vivacious spirit that was utterly contagious.
Amidst the lively chaos, small rooms dotted the periphery, providing a momentary respite from the sensory onslaught. These intimate chambers were designed for those seeking a break from the revelry, a place to relax, or the opportunity for more private moments. Each room was discreetly adorned, with entrance curtains that allowed patrons to step away from the commotion and into a world of relative quietude. Tables nestled in the center of the rooms, surrounded by plush seating, created cozy enclaves where patrons could unwind and recharge before rejoining the fervent festivities just beyond the curtains.
Rin and Rum sat in on of the small rooms, each enjoying their drinks. They had discreet radio devices in their ears like Oddo and Atkis. Rum munched on pizza slices, while Rin sipped his drink. They were identical twins, but their preferences differed.
In their room, the twins couldn't tear their eyes away from a certain figure. An enormous elder with flowing white hair, sporting round sunglasses and an open-buttoned, stylish shirt that revealed his chest. This individual danced energetically to the music, his leather brown boots thudding on the floor, and a prominent dark broadsword resting in its scabbard on his back.
"King! King! King! King!" The inebriated crowd echoed, while the man continued to down enormous mugs of strong alcohol and showcased his nimble dance moves. "It's quite astonishing to witness a 53-year-old moving so Agilely," remarked Rum. "There's a good reason they call him a monster," Atkis chimed in over the transmission device.
Razmuth SwestinBerg, the king for SwestinBerg, and a notorious DireDom in the criminal underworld, stood amidst the swirling lights and pulsating music, unfazed by any potential consequences. His wide grin and gravelly voice reverberated through the area. As he concluded his dance and prepared to make his way to the central bar, he swung his unsheathed broadsword into the air. The swing wasn't directed at anyone, but the sheer force of his motion was enough to send tremors through the legs of those in close proximity.
"This generation truly doesn't know how to party, Hahaaa," the king chuckled, making his way toward the bar.
Rum urgently informed Atkis, "Atkis, the DireDom is heading into your area!" In response, Atkis quickly replied, "Understood, everyone, stay on high alert."
With graceful steps, wide shoulders, and a wide smile, Razmuth approached the bar. He took a seat at the center of the most opulent table, surrounded by courtesans whom the king regarded as beautiful. They nestled under his outstretched arms, seemingly seeking his affection, though their true intentions were focused on his fortune.
"You sly bitches. I admire your cunning," the king remarked with a chuckle as he indulged in their company, indifferent to their ulterior motives.
Atkis, who sprouted out of the quiet pinky woods, wore a cap pulled low over his head, his presence both near and distant from the imposing king. As he scanned his surroundings, his keen eyes caught sight of an individual descending from the side elevators - reserved exclusively for residents of the upper floors.
His expression suddenly turned grim, as he relayed a message to his comrades in a hushed tone, "Everyone, we've got our primary target in sight. Orbit Panditys has just arrived." The tall and charismatic young man strode confidently across the floor, his striking violet eyes radiating a sense of purpose and determination.
The son of a DireDom came to a halt upon his arrival, his sharp gaze sweeping across his surroundings, taking in every detail. He then drew a deep breath through his nostrils, exhaling slowly through his mouth before muttering aloud, "Alright, where's that fucker?"
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(Somewhere on the rails of the Golden Train heading to SwestinBerg)
(Stipler City - Phir Country)
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A profound silence enveloped an area, broken only by an intense cries of a restless sea far below, engaged in an epic battle with a torrential rain cascading from the skies. This clash of elements echoed audibly, even from the lofty vantage point of a rail viaduct that clung tenaciously to its perch.
These elevated bridges, poised high above the lands, would soon serve as the pathway for a resplendent golden train transporting Swestinberg's elites, and safeguarding a mystery. Stretching towards the northernmost reaches of the nation, passengers later on this pathway aboard the train would be treated to sweeping views. To the left, they'd behold the awe-inspiring landscapes of Phir Country, while to the right, the view would be dominated by the foreboding expanse of the Wild Seas, a death realm seemingly without end.
On the slender bridge rails, a metal ball rested, emitting a loud music of heavily distorted guitar riffs and aggressive vocals. Suddenly, from the arches below, a lithe figure leaped gracefully above the rail of the narrow bridge. In mid-air, her features were illuminated by a brilliant flash of lightning from the skies. She possessed a sun-kissed complexion, her tall frame crowned by rain-drenched pink hair that cascaded freely without the constraint of hairbands. Her attire was equally distinctive, consisting of a jacket and jeans in a striking combination of black and pink, featuring tattered patches in places. However, the most peculiar aspect of her ensemble was her unconventional footwear: two massive metal axes, each wide enough to dwarf her frame, which clashed audibly with the bridge's rail upon landing. These unique contraptions essentially doubled her height, with her legs serving as the sole means of control over these unwieldy weapons.
The woman attached a cable that extended from below into a contraption containing a conspicuous button. "It's all set. You folks can go ahead with your blue magical thingy. I'll be here, enjoying my metal music until the train rolls in, just to avoid death by boredom." she nonchalantly remarked over the communication device, her words punctuated by the sounds of snap and pop of gum between her teeth.
Beneath the viaduct, a colossal, gleaming light blue cloud materialized suddenly, casting a brilliant spotlight on the structural arches of the bridge. Each arch appeared to be tethered to explosives. The woman, glanced downward at the cloud, still chewing her gum nonchalantly. With a casual flick of her hand, she launched another metallic sphere, producing the familiar heavy guitar riffs and distorted chords that reverberated into the cloud.
Within moments, a voice crackled through her transmitter, its tone tinged with annoyance. "Why did you toss that, Alissa?" The voice seemed exasperated. Without missing a beat, The woman named Alissa responded, "I kinda felt like testing if this thingy really do work as a portal."
Still met with silence from the other end of the transmitter, Alissa shifted her gaze towards the side of the railroad from which the approaching train would soon emerge. She took deliberate, cautious steps in that direction, her unusual footwear producing distinct clinking sounds as they interacted with the rails.
As she continued her slow progression, Alissa couldn't help but voice her impatience to the earpiece, muttering, "I feel like I might die from waiting already." She paused briefly before adding: "But seriously, I've got to hand it to you guys. The idea of the train triggering the explosives, collapsing with everything, and disappearing into thin air is some next-level thinking!"
While Alissa continued her slow advance, a sudden intuition made her come to a halt. It was as if an invisible presence lingered far behind her. She turned, her eyes scanning the distance through the rain and darkness, ultimately fixating on a tall figure slowly making its way toward her from the other end of the railway bridge. The obscurity of the night and the downpour obscured any clear details about the lanky man.
With a touch of sarcasm in her voice, Alissa quipped, "Hello, boy, are you lost?" She hoped for a response, but the man remained silent, steadily approaching. Frustration and wariness tugged at Alissa as she raised her voice, shouting, "Hey, fuckface!"
A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the surroundings, providing more details about the approaching figure. He was adorned in a pristine white suit, a red tie adorning his attire. Short, jet-black hair framed his face, and two gleaming white scabbards hung from his waist, each housing a sword. What was most unsettling, however, was his expressionless countenance, devoid of any emotion.
As Alissa confronted the enigmatic figure slowly approaching her on the railway bridge, her words and the unfolding situation prompted a concerned inquiry from a man on the other end of her transmitter. "What's the matter, Alissa?" he asked with a note of seriousness.
Alissa's response carried a hint of newfound excitement. "I think I won't die from boredom after all," she replied cryptically.
Perplexed and eager to understand the situation, the man pressed for more information. "What do you mean? Who is there?" he inquired with growing concern.
"Somebody who's either incredibly stupid or remarkably brave," Alissa retorted, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm. Meanwhile, the mysterious figure continued his methodical advance, scanning the railway bridge as he went.
A fortuitous lightning strike bathed the scene in eerie light once again, revealing more details to Alissa. She quickly spelled out the letters emblazoned on the side of the figure's suit, "U R H."
"A knight of the United Realms, then," the man on the transmitter concluded.
Alissa, however, corrected him, her grin widening. "No, United Realms of Heaven knights don't wear fancy suits. He's something else."
Unperturbed by the identity of her unexpected visitor, the man on the transmitter issued a clear directive. "Suits? It doesn't matter; take care of him anyway."
Alissa responded with a sarcastic salute in her voice. "Yes, sir." With that, she assumed a poised stance and leaped towards the mysterious man with astonishing force. The metal beneath her feet cracked as her axes propelled her forward.
In a breathtaking mid-air maneuver, Alissa's leap transformed into a deadly rotor spin, thanks to the swinging motion of her axe feet and her fully spread legs. She aimed the spinning attack directly at the mysterious man, a rapid assault that he narrowly managed to evade by leaping high into the air. Alissa's missed attack caused her to land on the opposite side of the railway.
Quickly adjusting her position, Alissa pivoted to face the center of the railway, where the man gracefully touched down after his agile leap. The two adversaries now stood a fair distance apart, locked in a tense standoff. The man remained unfazed, his expression unchanged, while Alissa maintained her battle-ready stance.
"Your fast boy, ill give you that" Alissa remarked, acknowledging the man's agility.
Without hesitation, Alissa flipped onto her hands, her spread legs continuing their relentless rotation. She unleashed her unique attack, a whirlwind of deadly swings directed at the man. In response, the man displayed remarkable agility, evading each oncoming blade by dashing short distances backward just before the lethal edges could reach his chest.
The spectacle was nothing short of marvelous performance in the dark. Alissa danced with a flurry of rapid swings, and it seemed as though even the raindrops overhead joined in the intricate dance.
Alissa, still walking on her hands, harnessed the force of her arms and legs to propel herself forward. She brought her axes closer together, merging them into a single, powerful surging attack aimed directly at the man. The speed of her assault left the man with no option but to respond. He swiftly unsheathed one of his two swords, and clutched the other one in his left hand while supporting it with his right. With a well-timed maneuver, he managed to block the merged axes, creating a dazzling clash that sent sparks flying and forced him to stagger backward due to the sheer force of the attack.
As Alissa stepped back and flipped into the normal standing position, she couldn't help but express her astonishment. "What kind of sword is that? Now that I've noticed, your sword is really tall! It's double the size of normal swords," she commented, her curiosity piqued. "And what's with its shape? It's wavy and thick, and not even the edges are sharp!" She continued to study the unique swords, their long, wavy blades sporting thick, bright purple edges.
In response to her observations, Alissa swiftly retrieved two concealed guns from inside her pink and black jacket, firing two bullets in the man's direction seemingly out of thin air. The man calmly picked up his other sword and effortlessly blocked the incoming bullets, his demeanor unfazed by the surprise attack.
"Why do your swords have the shape of tree petals stacked beside each other?" Alissa inquired, noticing more intriguing details about the man's distinctive weapons. "and why am I getting so excited!" she added, her wide smile never fading as she engaged in this unexpected and intriguing battle.
The man, true to his enigmatic nature, remained silent. However, this time, he reached inside his suit, causing Alissa to grow more cautious. To her surprise, he pulled out a pair of glasses and calmly placed them on his eyes. Then, he gave a very small and slight smile while fixing his gaze on Alissa.
"I like you, petal boy," she stated with a smirk. Without wasting a moment, she opened fire with both of her guns, unleashing a torrent of bullets-24 rounds from each gun. The man's swift spins of his heavy, long sword proved to be a formidable defense as he skillfully deflected every bullet fired at him.
The voice over the transmitter asked Alissa, "Is everything alright?" She replied with giggles, "My date is keeping up with my dancing." The man on the other end grew nervous, "Woah! Seriously! He is matching your speed! Be careful; he might be a Dagger user! Do you want me to send someone to assist you? Maybe CycTroll, or maybe tell the boss or..."
Before he could continue, Alissa cut him off sharply, "Shut up, Yaggari! Nothing i can't manage!" She then added confidently, "It seems these legs are slow to match your speed, petal boy." Leaning into the grip of the axes, she pulled out metal locks that functioned as holders for both the axes and her legs. She slipped her bare feet out of the large weapons, saying, "Let's enjoy our dance even better." Alissa grabbed smaller axes attached to the larger ones and wore them with her feet. "Try to keep up, petal boy," she challenged the man, assuming a smaller and lighter stance, yet still looking incredibly dangerous. Leaping again right into the man's vicinity.
Amid this epic battle that was colored with metal melodies, fought on the explosive rails, unseen by any witnesses except the lighting above that covered the event like reporters with their flashing cameras, Alissa unleashed her ferocious kicks. With her smaller axes, she delivered sharp and relentless strikes, attacking from left and right. Each kick grew more forceful, making it increasingly challenging for the man to block or evade. His tall stature and heavy, long weapons were easy targets for Alissa's agile and compact fighting style.
Realizing that defense alone was futile, the man retreated, sheathed one of his dual swords, adjusted his glasses, and firmly grasped the remaining sword with both arms. In a swift motion, he dashed forward, launching himself into an attack against Alissa.
Alissa narrowly avoided the sweeping strike that came from above, recognizing that it wasn't intended to hit her directly. Instead, the sword plunged slightly into the wooden ground nearby. This maneuver allowed the man to use the sword as leverage, and he grabbed it with one hand, flipping himself into the air with his feet high.
With impressive agility, he executed a powerful kick directly into Alissa's abdomen. Caught in mid-air with no means of evasion, Alissa absorbed the full force of the kick, sending her tumbling through the air. Her trajectory was initially aimed perilously close to the edge of the railway, with the sea below, but she managed to divert herself at the last moment, barely clinging onto the bridge with her hands. Hanging precariously, her strength waning, she struggled to pull herself up, her hands the only thing preventing a fall.
Panting heavily and with her view obscured, Alissa's desperation grew as she watched one of her massive axes hurled under her. "What are you doing motherfucker!" she shouted in frustration, but received no response, only to have the other axe tossed down as well. Looking up through the pouring rain, she could see nothing but the pitch-black sky above. However, a sudden flash of lightning briefly illuminated her surroundings, and a second flash added more, revealing the silhouette of the man who now stood right above her hands.
"I'll remember your face, petal man!" Alissa remarked defiantly. The man, showing no emotion, firmly grasped Alissa's weakened arms by the wrists and lifted her from the edge of the bridge. She was too weakened to resist, unable to twist her hands to lock them with his wrists. She felt herself being raised, suspended over the abyss, with nothing but the blue clouds below. With a resigned sigh, she closed her eyes and accepted her fate.
The man then swiftly cut the wire connecting to the explosive device with the button on it. A faint train sound began to echo, growing louder with each passing second. A beam of light gradually emerged as well. The man glanced in the direction from which the train would arrive and then peered down below the bridge, throwing a metal ball that continued to emit loud music.
As if summoned by the orchestrated chaos, a golden train materialized, and a booming voice echoed from the speakers through the rain: "Mr. Imbert, hop on!" The man, with his array of weapons, leaped over the train and landed atop it. He moved steadily toward the nearest ceiling entrance.
"For the family, Imbert. Don't forget that." The man muttered to himself as he embarked on his enigmatic journey, leaving the battle area and the tumultuous rail bridge behind.
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(Benemere Capital of SwestinBerg - Royal suite section of the High Council building)
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The royal suites epitomized opulence and extravagance in every sense. These rooms left nothing to be desired, equipped with every imaginable advanced wonder and tended to by an array of attentive maidens. The beds were wide, luxuriously comfortable, and adorned with feather-filled features that promised restful slumber. The living rooms were expansive, offering a wealth of amenities and a sense of ultimate well-being. The kitchens were stocked with the finest consumables available, satisfying even the most discerning of tastes. The bathrooms were designed to mimic serene beachscapes and ocean views, elevating the bathing experience to a new level of luxury.
Within a specific room, the bathroom held a captivating tableau. A striking female figure reclined in a lavish bathtub, her entire body submerged in the soothing water. Adjacent to the tub, a golden small table held a renowned wine bottle and a glass that was half-filled and half-empty, a testament to leisurely indulgence.
As this individual's head emerged from the water, her natural beauty took center stage. Her features were nothing short of exquisite, with perfect symmetry and a beauty mole gracing the area just beneath her left eye. Her striking, cold green eyes held an enigmatic allure that seemed to pierce through to one's soul. Her usually fluffy and curly brown hair clung to her skin, its wet tendrils framing her face in an alluringly tousled manner. It was evident why she held the title of the most beautiful woman in the world, as her presence defined beauty itself.
Daughter of Apram, niece to the notorious DireDom Razmuth, king of SwestinBerg, and also the niece of the MainStay Shwartez, the Fill Influence. Monica SwestinBerg held a unique place in the world. Not only known as a fashion model but also as a shrewd businesswoman. Her business revolved around the dramatic showcasing of criminals from various realms and revealing the bounties on their heads, alluring all the charmed and the beauty captivated to hunt those criminals. Her influence and allure extended far and wide, making her both adored and envied by the masses. Monica's reputation painted her as a formidable and enigmatic cold figure in the realms.
With graceful poise, she elegantly lifted herself from the bathtub and made her way to the shower. Her smooth, tanned skin, statuesque presence, and impeccably shaped physique were nothing short of captivating. However, these scenes were almost impossible for anyone to witness, as Monica SwestinBerg's privacy was guarded as closely as her secrets, shielded even from the prying eyes of her closest attendants and family members.
Outside the steamy bath, in the opulent living room, William SwestinBerg, Shwartez's youngest son, reclined on a plush sofa. His eyes were transfixed on a sprawling table adorned with a meticulously detailed map of the Two Cores Continents' realms. Lost in his contemplation, he remained unaware of the presence of the captivating Monica, who had just emerged from the washroom, wearing a bathrobe that accentuated her allure.
"Why are you so fixated on this train mission when they haven't even disclosed the cargo details?" Monica inquired, her tone tinged with impatience.
William, his focus still locked onto the map, reiterated his question, "I'll ask once more, Monica, why are you bathing in my suite?"
Monica responded with a pout, her demeanor seemingly on the brink of tears. "Why is my William so cold to me!" she implored, her movements and expression exuding vulnerability.
With a resigned sigh, William finally turned his attention to Monica and posed a provocative query, "What do you think our esteemed family would say if they were to discover an adult woman, half naked and wandering in the room of a 11-year-old boy?"
"I'd say they are wrong about two things. First, they would find me fully naked, and second, it's a man's room. My man." Monica responded without hesitation, her warm smile dispelling any tension. William couldn't help but facepalm at her response, followed by a quick laugh.
He then rose from his seat and approached the balcony, his gaze fixed on the expansive scenery beyond. A somber expression crossed his face as he murmured, "I hope my father is doing what's best for our safety. His eldest son, Cael the Golden, is an idiot who thinks with his dick, and the middle child, Aluin of the six Ironees, Vambrace of our careless king, the White Feral, all of the nicknames, and yet stripped from the rights of ruling and fathering. And me, known only as the Lad of Shwartez," William remarked, his tone laced with frustration and resentment.
Feeling the affection in Monica's eyes, William was drawn into her embrace as she hugged him from behind, reassuring him, "For me, safety is when I'm with you, my love. I'll always love you with all my heart as my soulmate. The noblest of you brothers. The smartest man i know. All of me will be yours my lord." Her hug was tight, conveying her genuine emotions. "Panditys must be eradicated from Amali City, at any cost," the boy remarked, his voice filled with determination.
However, after a few seconds, and with him hearing inhaling sound, William's annoyance of the embrace got the better of him. He reached out and tugged at Monica's hair, prompting him to say, "Go put on proper clothes and leave already!"
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(PearlMere, Mungaria - Green Greed Hotel, VIP Floor)
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As a son exited the escalator, positioned in the middle section of the VIP floor, Orbit Panditys couldn't help but notice the commotion and laughter emanating from the center bar. It was caused by a drunken, enormous king who was thoroughly enjoying himself with the company of numerous beauties. Orbit gazed at the spectacle but didn't dwell on it for long. Instead, he shifted to his right, making his way toward the farthest section of the floor-the dancing area.
"Orbit is moving towards you guys," Atkis cautioned the Twins, Rin and Rum.
"Alright," Rum, the spiky purple haired replied with confidence. Orbit, a tall and imposing figure, continued to walk alone, hugging the right wall as he made his way to the area near the private red rooms that encircled the central dance floor.
"He entered..." Atkis began to say, but before he could finish his sentence, Rin, the twin with long hair, responded through their communication devices, saying, "I know, he's in the next room." Rin, unlike his twin Rum, was born blind, but he compensated with his exceptional hearing ability. He wore a black visor, not out of necessity, but simply because he liked it.
"That room had 3 guys in it before Orbit joining, two standing and one sitting," Rin explained in detail. "Woah man, you're awesome! It's like you're a bat!" Oddo praised over the earpiece from the gambling area on the first section of the floor. "Maybe you should work on your farting skills, Oddo," Atkis responded with a hint of sarcasm. Rum chuckled at the comment, and Oddo retorted, "Fuck you, man. Hahah."
Inside the other room, tension filled the atmosphere. Orbit took a seat across from the man who wore fancy clothes, had a bald head, and sported a pair of golden sunglasses on his forehead. Most of the fingers on his hands were adorned with diamonds and colorful stone rings, and he wore a serious expression while locking eyes with Orbit. The two men standing behind him were dressed in yellow fancy suits and also wore golden sunglasses.
Orbit began to introduce himself with a bright and friendly smile, raising his hand in a friendly gesture. "Hello, Crime Head of PearlMere Gang. My name is Orbit Panditys..." However, before he could finish, the man interrupted him with a stern command: "Stop!" Orbit complied, his smile still intact.
The man continued, "Listen, man, before we go any further, I have the girl you're looking for, and I'll hand her over to you without asking for anything in return!" Rin, with his keen hearing, relayed the information to his group. "They're talking about a girl that this man is willing to hand over to Orbit Panditys. Orbit called him the Crime Head of the PearlMere Gang," Rin reported. Atkis, sounding nervous, added, "What? Julio Seas! He's known as a notorious criminal who can buy his way out of the clutches of Mungaria Authorities! I heard he's even made friends with Mungaria's head judge!"
Julio Seas, a 41-year-old notorious figure leading the PearlMere Gang, spoke desperately to the 18-year-old Orbit. He said, "Listen, man, if I had known those idiots from my gang were involved with a woman affiliated with you, a member of the Panditys family, I would have eliminated them before you did and ensured no harm came to her. I'm sorry for your loss, man," he addressed Orbit.
Orbit, still maintaining his smile, responded with a steely determination in his voice, "The girl." His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Seas and his two associates standing behind him felt a growing sense of intimidation.
Seas continued, "The girl is safe and sound, I've made sure of that. Although she's been refusing to eat most of the time and demanding to be brought to you. I can arrange that right now, but I'm not gullible when it comes to underworld dealings. I only have one condition: your assurance that there will be no quarrel with me or my gang, nothing more. You've already taken care of the perpetrators, and as I mentioned earlier, I would've done the same before you did." Seas was breathless with his plea.
Orbit, maintaining his cold demeanor, simply replied, "Ok."
"No, no, no. 'Ok' isn't enough," Julio Seas protested and leaned close on the table, seeking a more concrete guarantee.
Silence enveloped the small red room, drowning out the music and merriment from the outside. A palpable tension filled the air. "Problem is heading near you guys. Big problem," Atkis's voice warned the Twins.
A foreboding presence approached, its advance sensed by everyone within the room. Rin, subconsciously anticipating trouble, rested his hand on the scabbard of his sword. Atkis, exercising caution, ordered, "Stay in place."
Just before the looming presence entered the room where Orbit and Seas were, a faint but rising line of speech reached their ears: "Hahaha, so that's why a crime lord is here without many guards. He didn't want to draw attention! Heheh." An alcohol bottle crashed onto the table, the sound sharp and striking. A massive figure, exuding confidence and strength, seated himself without resistance.
Seas, visibly nervous and sweating, sat on the left, flanked by his men. Orbit, still wearing his enigmatic smile directed at julio Seas, sat on the right. The intruder spoke, his laughter echoing through the room, "I would've asked, 'May I come in?' but I'm already here. Hahahaha!" He raised a bottle above his head and drank voraciously until his thirst was quenched. The unbreakable bottle was smashed again onto the table, and he turned to smile at Orbit.
"Hello, nephew," King Rasmuth SwestinBerg addressed.
To Be Continued.