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Roelmot led Noir to the reception hall to meet Saint Rosward and his daughter.
Celestial Dragons' homes were truly enormous. Just the walk from the entrance hall to the reception hall felt like a post-meal stroll to aid digestion.
As they arrived, Noir saw two flamboyantly dressed Celestial Dragons seated at a table.
His gaze immediately locked onto the female Celestial Dragon, Saint Rosward's daughter.
Because they were in Mary Geoise, Shalria wasn't wearing her bubble helmet, allowing Noir to get a clear look at her face.
Her straight, golden hair cascaded down her back, and a sheer purple scarf veiled her face. She was, undeniably, a beautiful woman.
Noticing Noir's gaze lingering on Shalria, Roelmot chuckled. "It seems you two have much to discuss. Perhaps Rosward and I should step out for a chat?"
Rosward, pleased that his daughter had caught Noir's attention, readily agreed. He beamed with satisfaction, showing no signs of recent bereavement despite having just lost his son.
Once the two old fools left, Noir's gaze became bolder, his eyes raking over Shalria's form.
Within Mary Geoise, Celestial Dragons' attire was less cumbersome. Though they still wore layers of clothing, they at least revealed their arms and legs.
Shalria, feeling Noir's unrestrained gaze, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "What are you looking at?!"
Noir, amused by her fiery temper, smirked. "You're not bad-looking, but your personality is as foul as a dog's."
Shalria's face flushed red. "Such vulgar words from a supposed noble!"
"Vulgar?" Noir almost burst out laughing. "I do find you quite repulsive, but you might be fun to play with for a while."
Shalria shot to her feet, her fury evident. "I'm supposed to marry you! And you dare talk about 'playing with' me?!"
Noir's eyes narrowed. "You're aware that you're here for a marriage alliance, then..."
Slap!
A sharp sting erupted on Shalria's cheek. Her vision blurred, and half her face swelled instantly. Tears welled up in her eyes. "You… how dare you?!"
Without hesitation, Noir delivered another slap. "Lose the attitude. You and your father are begging me. Show some respect!"
Shalria had never been treated with such disrespect. But when she heard Noir's words, she swallowed her anger.
This is strange... I distinctly remember Rolviff being a simple-minded fool. Why has he become so assertive?
Seeing Shalria subdued, Noir was satisfied.
He engaged her in conversation, subtly probing for information about Mary Geoise, seeking a direction for his next move.
Apart from the elusive Im, the only potential powerhouses in Mary Geoise were the Five Elders, the leaders of the Celestial Dragons.
However, even with his current status as a Celestial Dragon, gaining access to the Five Elders wouldn't be easy, let alone copying their abilities.
Perhaps the only benefit of being here was the extravagant lifestyle, which was undeniably tempting.
But Noir had no intention of remaining a Celestial Dragon forever. He needed to find a way to reap some benefits and escape.
For instance, if Mary Geoise were to be set ablaze again, it would surely attract the attention of numerous powerful individuals.
At the very least, a Marine Admiral would be dispatched. Noir was still frustrated that he hadn't copied the Pika Pika no Mi last time…
But if he were to go down that path, he needed an escape route. Even Noir couldn't handle a direct confrontation with so many powerful opponents.
Shalria was filled with anxiety. Her so-called "celestial body" was tense.
Noir, lost in thought, had unconsciously placed his hand on her thigh and was absentmindedly stroking it!
His rough hand wandered, and Shalria clamped her legs together, holding her breath, terrified of making any sound.
She glared at Noir, her cheeks burning with shame and anger. She raised her hand to push him away, but her movements and her gaze were weak, lacking any real threat.
Just then, Rosward and Roelmot returned. Noir snapped out of his thoughts and quickly withdrew his hand.
Shalria sighed in relief, then heard her father ask, "Daughter, how was your conversation with Saint Rolviff ( Noir )"
As Shalria was about to voice her complaints, Noir's hand snaked out again, reaching for her.
"Saint Rolviff, he's… ah!"
Noir's hand grasped Shalria's sensitive spot from behind, causing her to gasp in shock.
Rosward looked at them curiously. "What's wrong, Saint Rolviff?"
Shalria's face flushed. The strange sensation overwhelmed her senses, leaving her speechless and lightheaded.
Seeing the two old men grow suspicious, Noir made a bold move. He squeezed and twisted his grip.
Shalria, who had been trying to maintain her composure, finally crumbled.
Pain! A searing pain that shot from her flesh to the core of her being!
But beneath the pain, she felt something else, something that tugged at her heartstrings.
Suddenly, she thought of the slaves she had abused and humiliated.
So this is how it feels to be bullied. It's not so bad…
Shalria, who had always been superior, always the oppressor, seemed to have unlocked some hidden masochistic tendencies…
The noble Celestial Dragon's eyes glazed over, a drunken blush creeping across her cheeks. She mumbled, "It's… good… Saint Rolviff… it's good."
Rosward, oblivious to the true situation, nodded happily. "That's wonderful. Roelmot and I will arrange the marriage immediately."
Shalria nodded, her legs trembling as she walked away. Noir, with a swift motion, delivered a resounding slap to her backside.
The two Celestial Dragon fathers turned around in surprise. Noir, feigning a gentlemanly demeanor, smiled faintly. "Until next time, Shalria."
Shalria felt a tingling sensation, a novel experience that opened a whole new world to her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried to appear indifferent.
"Yes..."
Noir watched the father and daughter leave, his eyes filled with curiosity. Shalria was surprisingly sensitive.
He hadn't even done anything significant. His hand hadn't explored any further, yet she looked like she'd just stumbled out of a nightclub.
He really needed to spend some quality time with Robin soon. As a young man, surrounded by so many beautiful women, it was hard to resist temptation…
After Rosward's departure, Roelmot left with a few other Celestial Dragons to watch a gladiator fight.
Noir had no interest in such barbaric entertainment and chose to stay at Rolviff's residence.
Once he was certain there were no enemies watching, Noir picked up a Den Den Mushi in the room, spoke a few words, and hung up.
After a long wait, just as Noir was growing impatient, the faint outline of a door shimmered into existence.
Even with the location provided, Blueno was still slow at creating long-distance Air Doors.
The portal opened, and several figures stepped through. ( The Gang is Here! )
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