Perhaps it was Morgana's lack of makeup and controlled demeanor that led Homelanders to perceive her as an ordinary, attractive woman. If not for their apprehension of Ron and the mysterious-eyed woman from before, they might have engaged in a full-fledged confrontation with Morgana.
Homelanders grappled with the idea of spending time with her. What did it even mean? They couldn't help but ponder the potential consequences and what others
"I appreciate your audacity, but your words displease this queen," Morgana remarked casually, taking a sip of wine.
Homelanders retorted, "If not for the tavern, you'd be facing imminent demise."
The room fell into an abrupt hush. All eyes converged on Homelanders, disbelief evident in their expressions. Rayleigh, having witnessed Morgana's formidable strength, couldn't help but admire, acknowledging Ron as a true role model for their generation.
Morgana, with a hint of curiosity, asked, "Can you end me?"
Ron advised, "Save it for outside the tavern, settle it through a brawl."
Morgana nodded, clasping her hands together forcefully. In the blink of an eye, an unusual fluctuation surrounded Homelanders. Massive, pitch-black devil's claws materialized on either side.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Homelanders found themselves firmly seized by the devil's claws, soaring out of the tavern. The events unfolded so rapidly that not even Rayleigh, standing nearby, or Shendu could react in time.
"I'll be back shortly," Morgana quipped, offering a blink to Ron before gracefully exiting.
The subsequent minutes were marked by a lingering sense of astonishment and uncertainty in the now quiet tavern.
In the ears of everyone present, there were only two distinct sounds.
The first was the agonizing screams and cries of Homelanders, echoing through the air.
The second was the thunderous crack of a steel whip slicing through the atmosphere, accompanied by the muted thud as it struck flesh.
Avoiding the spectacle, they were left only with the unsettling sounds, providing a harrowing account of Homelanders' plight.
"What was that just now? It flew out with such force," Shendu inquired curiously.
Drago, too, cast a questioning glance their way. Having missed the events of Morgana empowering Doflamingo the previous day, they, like Homelanders, had assumed Morgana to be a somewhat eccentric woman, oblivious to her formidable capabilities.
"That's Morgana's unique power," Ron explained, touching his chin softly. "If Lucoa is the legendary god, then Morgana is the god of technology. Give her technology another ten thousand years, and with the addition of the void, perhaps it could aid in escaping hell."
Upon hearing this, Shendu and the Drago were filled with a sense of relief. They were grateful they hadn't acted foolishly like Homelanders the day before, potentially offending a powerful figure capable of facilitating their escape from hell.
"Do we really need ten thousand years for development?" the Drago pondered.
At that moment, the tavern door was abruptly flung open. Homelander's body was hurled in, hurtling straight toward the bar.
Observing this, Ron swiftly waved, summoning a red magic circle to shield the impact.
Boom!
A muffled sound reverberated, and the magic circle disintegrated into specks of light, dissipating into the air. Homelander, drained of strength, collapsed to the ground.
As everyone turned their gaze toward the fallen figure, their faces contorted with horror, realizing the severity of the situation unfolding before them.
Homelanders were covered in bruises, not a single piece of intact skin left on their bodies. Blood dripped from their wounds, causing involuntary twitches of pain. In a matter of minutes, despite their fervent struggles, they found themselves unable to break free from the clutches of Morgana's relentless assault. Even their supposedly impervious super defense seemed to have vanished, each strike of Morgana's whip inflicting heartbreaking pain.
Adding to their despair was the realization that even after their laser eye penetrated Morgana's body, she swiftly reverted to her original state.
"Can you talk now?" Morgana's entrance into the tavern was marked by the rhythmic crunch of her high heels on the floor. The seemingly lightweight steel whip, when dragged, emitted a harsh sound, creating an atmosphere of tension. Morgana's eyes were filled with Haki, exuding a regal presence that left any observer in awe.
In the eyes of Homelanders, Morgana appeared akin to a Shinigami wielding a scythe, steadily advancing towards them. Fear had already gripped their hearts like cold ice. If given the choice, they would gladly erase the memories of this day.
Homelander was on the brink of collapse, overwhelmed by a barrage of emotions—anger, sadness, and the relentless physical pain.
"He's in so much pain that he can't speak anymore," Rayleigh remarked with a wry smile.
Morgana, nonchalantly taking a seat at the bar, crossed her legs and calmly stated, "This kid is just a bit broken." After a sip of wine, she sighed with some disappointment. "However, he is quite durable. It's a pity. I originally wanted to see how long he could last, and it happened that I could extract some genes for experiments."
The revelation left everyone in shock. Was Morgana planning to conduct experiments on the already miserable homeland resident? The notion sparked a collective outcry, as the line between torment and scientific curiosity blurred.
"Shendu, please use the horse Talisman to heal him," Ron implored, a frown etched on his face. While Homelander wouldn't die from his injuries, Ron was concerned about the potential mess his blood could create. A reminder that the smell of blood would necessitate Rem and the others to clean the floor.
"Okay!" Shendu agreed, squatting down and placing his hand on Homelander. In an instant, a dazzling white light enveloped him, and his injuries visibly healed within minutes.
"Thanks," Homelander expressed gratitude to Shendu.
Now enlightened on the importance of diplomatic speech, Homelander turned to Morgana and uttered in a deep voice, "I apologize for being rude just now."
Morgana, with a smile, asked, "Are you willing to follow me?"
"I will Follow the Demon Queen, Morgana!"
"I can fulfill any wish you have, queen," Homelander pledged.
As his words hung in the air, a sudden ripple disturbed the atmosphere. From the void emerged a cake, landing in front of Homelander.
Morgana smiled and said, "I read that today is your birthday; please blow out the candles."
Homelander and others stared in confusion, wondering how Morgana knew about the birthday and what this unexpected turn of events meant.