Ron glanced at Morgana, surprised by her composure amidst the tension.
"Do you smell that?" he queried. "The intensity of animosity... According to the usual plot, shouldn't you be fleeing by now? Why remain so composed, sipping wine as if there's no threat of Guysha stabbing you upon her arrival?"
As a flurry of questions raced through Ron's mind, the tavern doorbell ceased its ringing abruptly.
With gradual deliberation, the door creaked open, admitting a woman adorned in a white gilt war skirt. Her presence was undeniably striking, as if she'd been gifted with the most flawless facial features by divinity.
Her small rhombus-shaped mouth possessed a rosy allure, her eyes sparkled with hope, while her nose stood straight and her eyebrows arched elegantly. The laces of her soft armor accentuated her waist and emphasized her shapely figure.
Most notably, an aura of sanctity and inviolability radiated from her, inducing a sense of reverence.
This woman was none other than Morgana's sister and the supreme leader of one of the oldest civilizations, the Angel Civilization—Guysha.
Renowned as the [Super God], she held the esteemed title of the strongest individual in the known universe.
Guysha surveyed the tavern, her cold demeanor momentarily betraying surprise.
Humanoids,
dragons, demons, apparitions... Creatures from diverse dimensions gathered in harmony within the same tavern? It baffled her. What was the origin of this establishment that accommodated such beings peacefully?
Interrupting her reverie, Ron welcomed, "Welcome, Queen Guysha. I'm Ron, the proprietor of this establishment."
Guysha nodded slightly, finding the situation intriguing. "It's fascinating," she remarked. "This place can traverse worlds, even bypass celestial interfaces and transmit thoughts directly into my mind."
With her skirt fluttering, Guysha approached the bar and took a seat, deliberately ignoring Morgana throughout.
Meanwhile, Morgana mirrored her sister's indifference, silently sipping her wine.
It appeared as though two strangers had encountered each other for the first time.
Meanwhile, Shendu and Drago ceased their tears, their massive forms shifting to the side, regarding Guysha with disdain.
"Has the commotion disturbed your peace?" Ron inquired softly, understanding that guests designated by the system as conversation targets would prompt a reminder in his mind at seven in the morning
"Fortunately, it only serves as an alarm clock," Guysha remarked, pinching her eyebrows playfully. "But... rising early allows me to contemplate how to dispatch a certain troublesome individual with one swift stroke."
Morgana, on the verge of raising her cup to drink, hesitated and whirled around, casting an insult: "Guysha, you wretched person! Where were you?!"
The abrupt confrontation left everyone present bewildered. What triggered this sudden exchange of insults between these two individuals? It seemed apparent they shared some history.
Observing the spectacle quietly, Rayleigh's eyes gleamed with excitement. "I adore watching women quarrel!"
"You know precisely whom I'm addressing," Guysha responded, crossing her legs elegantly, the soft fabric of her skirt accentuating her slender, milky-white legs.
"Foul-mouthed as ever," Morgana retorted, sending a flurry of telegrams. "You're all talk, as usual," Guysha shrugged, smiling.
"Oh, by the way," she continued, "Could you refrain from shaking your hands before swearing?"
Observing from behind the bar, Ron couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the unfolding situation.
Morgana's right hand, clasping the wine glass, trembled slightly. It wasn't merely due to an intense fighting spirit but a mix of excitement and fear—fear derived from Guysha's formidable lineage and the looming possibility of confrontation.
"I can't tolerate your presence any longer!" Morgana snarled, gearing up for a potential altercation.
Just as the confrontation was about to escalate, a figure materialized, slender hands gently resting on their shoulders.
"Let's calm down," the figure soothed. "If the two of you engage in a brawl and wreck the tavern, I'll have nowhere to reside."
Guysha and Morgana turned their heads to find Lucoa's charming smile diffusing the tension.
In an instant, an alert chimed within Guysha's mind from the celestial computer.
[Ding, a substantial amount of dark energy detected. Analysis progress slow. Initiating Tianren No. 1 connection for joint analysis.]
[Unlock hidden restriction, transfer code, initiate Shikai analysis. Current progress: 0.1%.]
[Ding, analysis failed. Reattempt Shikai analysis?]
"Don't waste your energy, Bichi," Morgana interjected, restraining the urge to confront Guysha directly. "She's a true deity, distinct from our technological ascensions."
"She possesses unpredictable strength," Morgana continued. "It's wiser to enjoy your drinks peacefully."
The tavern strictly forbade any form of combat, prohibiting Morgana from acting out against Guysha. Despite Morgana's jabs about Guysha's "uncle" and "mother," Guysha remained unruffled.
Furthermore, considering the power scale, even if Morgana and Guysha joined forces, Lucoa's prowess surpassed theirs. Moreover, Ron's unfathomable capabilities were another deterrent.
However, if Morgana and Guysha initiated a supernova explosion, it might critically injure Lucoa.
"Hmm... a god?" Guysha mused.
A glint of surprise flickered in Guysha's eyes, and she murmured with profound interest, "Let's take a moment to explore how this peculiar world can spawn a deity like you."
Ron's eyelids twitched; Guysha's "glance" wasn't merely a cursory examination but a perceptive glimpse into the essence of the entire world, delving into the depths of everyone's hearts. Anyone attuned to the power of knowledge could keenly sense it.
Just as Ron contemplated intervening, he realized it was too late. Guysha's pupils became veiled by a white radiance.
In an instant, it seemed as if all the powerhouses in the entire Pirate World fell into a momentary trance, including Rayleigh.
The sensation was akin to being exposed, utterly transparent, with no secrets hidden at all.
Soon, Guysha regained her composure, fixing her beautiful eyes on Ron. "It's a beautiful world, yet rampant with wars... Why can a pre-nuclear civilization give rise to gods, demons, and beings of your strength?"
"There's only one possibility," she paused, tilting her head, gently lifting Ron's chin with one hand.
"You are not..." Before she could finish her sentence, Ron swiftly covered Guysha's mouth, smiling gently. "Your Majesty, you're no longer a child; you should discern what to say and what not to."
But Guysha, her mouth covered, appeared distressed, letting out muffled sounds of sorrow.
However, Morgana, standing nearby, scoffed coldly at this moment. "A little girl? Stop jesting! Even if this woman is going through menopause, my wife won't buy it."