Chapter 222

A trio of terrorists took over the restaurant. They called themselves 'Phantom Circus.'

One of them, a man wielding a club, marched forward.

The man looked at the two people crouched down—no, at Reina, who was hiding under the table—and his eyes widened in shock.

"Wh-What the hell, this woman!"

"What's wrong, something happen!?"

"D-Damn, she's a total knockout... I've never seen a woman this hot!"

The man holding the club shouted.

Since she had been eating, Reina had removed her veil.

Her goddess-like beauty, clad in a dress, was fully exposed—and even lawless terrorists found themselves captivated.

"N-No way... That face is unreal..."

"Hey... We're not here to party, remember?"

Another terrorist scowled in annoyance at the man flaring his nostrils.

"Forget the woman, just grab her already! Kill her as a warning and send her head to the knights!"

"Nah, it'd be a waste to kill a woman like this... I think there's another way we could use her."

Grinning lewdly, the man looked Reina's body up and down.

The hand opposite the one holding the club twitched its fingers, as if fondling something.

The sheer vulgar lust was unmistakable, making Clael feel a surge of disgust in his chest.

"Damn, I can't resist... Just a little fun before we negotiate with the royal family..."

"We don't have time for this crap! Hurry it up!"

"Tch... Fine. What a waste of a premium girl, though."

Urged by his comrade's angry shout, the man with the club reluctantly reached out to grab Reina's arm.

"Stop!"

Clael jumped in without thinking.

There was no way he could let Reina be touched by those filthy hands. He threw himself in front of her, becoming her shield.

"If you need a hostage, take me! Don't touch her!"

"Clael...!"

Reina cried out in surprise from behind him, unable to hide her raw emotion.

Maybe he had scared her—but this wasn't the time to worry about that.

"Hmph... Whatever, it's just for show. A man's head works just as well!"

"Guh...!"

The man struck Clael with the club.

Hit in the face, the impact made his consciousness fade.

"Ugh..."

"Clael!"

Clael collapsed—but his face landed against something soft.

Enveloped in a heavenly cushion, he was struck by a different kind of shock that nearly sent him to paradise...

"Clael! How dare you hurt Clael...!"

"Guh..."

Just before he lost consciousness, he thought he heard Reina's furious voice.

Deeper and lower than ever before, her voice carried intense emotion. Then came the explosive surge of divine power.

Run, Reina.

Clael lost consciousness before he could even say those words aloud.

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