The Great Pirate Era.
The great seas surge and churn, powerhouses destroy and annihilate, each fighting their own battles. It's utterly—
Demotivating!
I, Russil Kuro, age tw...
"I did it on purpose."
Donald looked directly at Mingmei, his gaze sweeping over her. "I admit, you make me very hungry."
"You don't need to say that twice!"
Mingmei gritted her teeth and said, "You strange man, if you really have feelings for me, then you should release me!"
"no."
Donald held his spear, the blade pressed against Mingmei's chest, and said, "You don't seem to want to surrender, so I'll have no choice but to kill you."
This time, there was absolutely no mercy, leaving Mingmei no room to speak.
The blade had reached her chest and pierced her skin. The pain made Mingmei realize that this man was serious.
Clear and straightforward, upright and honest.
Mingmei was certain that nothing this man said was false.
He was truly lustful; the desire in his eyes was palpable, especially when he was in a state of 'lustful arousal,' he was extremely aware of the fluctuations in a man's desire.
But it's also true that he wants to kill himself.
These two seemingly contradictory ideas were perfectly integrated in him at this moment, without any abruptness.
She had never met a man like that in her life.
No... I think there was one before.
She was born in the Kingdom of Twin Horses, and was a geisha there, the top geisha.
As a major country of Kabuki, the fact that Akemi was able to stand out among those excellent Kabuki performers shows that her own level of skill was quite high.
Music and dance are her specialties.
But she was just a woman who sold her art, not her body. However, she knew from a young age that the men looked at her with lust in their eyes.
She had grown accustomed to those gazes that seemed to want to tear her apart and mash her into their bodies.
But those men, who clearly had desires in their hearts, all vehemently denied it.
Nobody wants to admit it...
That's so hypocritical.
That man is filthy and hypocritical.
Except for that one...
"I want to fill this country with laughter again!"
He was a slovenly man, but his clothes and expression gave him a comical air.
His eyes were not clear either, and he looked at himself with desire.
But above that desire, there seemed to be something else. Akemi couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she always felt that this man named 'Goro' was very charming.
Then...
He died.
That man is dead, and Mingmei can never find him again. The man who gave her that strange feeling, and all the men in the country, are no different to her anymore.
They're all a bunch of filthy maggots who dare not admit it!
This bizarre world is... shameful!
"I'm so envious..."
While Mingmei moved with ease among a group of men, she felt melancholy inside.
She envied the gleam in the eyes of the man named 'Goro'.
If everyone were like that, perhaps that kind of world would really be nice...
"Then follow me."
She doesn't know when it happened, but she met the girl who was imprisoned in the Iron Maiden.
"Follow me, and I will show you the world that has been saved."
Mingmei's eyes trembled, and as if possessed, she reached out her hand to the Iron Maiden.
It's worth a try.
Anyway, the world is already broken.
puff!
The gun blade pierced her chest, bringing Akemi back to reality.
"It really is..."
Akemi reached out shakily and stroked the gun blade embedded in her chest. "It's very hard."
"Not only are my weapons impressive, but I'm also impressed by your presence."
Donald honestly replied, "You are a very charming woman."
Akemi smiled and said, "You are a man who...does what he says."
“My strengths are self-evident,” Donald nodded.
Akemi closed her eyes and smiled helplessly, "What a pity. If only the world were full of men like you..."
The hand that had been caressing the spear fell limply to its side.
Donald drew his spear, looked at Mingmei's fallen body, and suddenly nodded, "Even in death, I'm still craving it!"
...
Bang!
when!!
On the other side, Adela gripped her greatsword with both hands and kept slashing at Cass.
However, when the greatsword encountered the white mist on Cass's body, it was like encountering hard metal; no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the white mist barrier.
"What's wrong with you? Are you an ability user?!"
Adela roared menacingly, "Untie it now! I'm going to rip you apart alive and tear your heart out!"
"Can't!"
Cass said solemnly, "My life is dedicated to the cause of justice, and I cannot easily entrust it to you!"
"Come on! You hypocrite!"
Adela pointed her greatsword at the Dougreg Marine Corps behind Cass, "Those people behind you have no hearts. You're just using them! Ah, I see, they're weapons, weapons that can be discarded after use! Humans really are such selfish beings!"
"Humans?"
Cass paused, looked at Adela, and suddenly realized, "I see. I felt something was wrong earlier. So that's how it is... Your heart is not whole."
"I am not like you weaklings!"
Adela grinned maliciously, "I am a 'soldier man,' a soldier man from Moe Island, a cyborg of a higher order than you humans!"
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