In the very next instant, Kalifa appeared at the position where she had originally been standing.
However, when she hurriedly turned her gaze to where that person had been standing, she was shocked to discover that the spot was already empty, with not even a trace of anyone to be found.
In that moment, Kalifa's expression turned extremely grim, like the gloomy sky before a storm, her astonishment clearly visible.
Immediately, without the slightest delay, Kalifa rapidly scanned her surroundings.
Unbelievably, aside from herself and Blueno nearby, there was no trace of anyone else in the entire area.
This bizarre situation left Kalifa utterly shocked.
Her eyes widened as she rapidly considered various possibilities in her mind, yet she couldn't fathom who this mysterious figure was.
Or where they were now.
Countless questions flooded her mind, and Kalifa's brow furrowed tightly.
Finally, unable to contain her confusion and unease, she suddenly turned her head and fixed her piercing gaze on Blueno, demanding sternly.
"Shouldn't you give me a reasonable explanation?"
However, before her words had fully faded, a dark figure silently appeared behind her.
Seeing this, Blueno's face immediately showed shock, his mouth hanging open as if he could swallow an egg.
Two short, low exclamations escaped his throat: "!!!"
At this moment, he truly understood the vast gap in strength between himself and Lancelot.
It was like the difference between clouds and mud.
But he didn't respond to Kalifa's question, instead staring fixedly behind her, his eyes filled with terror.
How clever Kalifa was—just from Blueno's expression and reaction, she immediately realized the danger of the current situation.
A deep chill rose from her feet, like a cold venomous snake quickly spreading up her legs throughout her entire body.
Simultaneously, her scalp began to tingle as if being pricked by thousands of fine needles.
"Soru!"
With this sharp cry, Kalifa once again entered that astonishing high-speed movement state like lightning.
The next moment, when her figure reappeared, she was already standing steadily beside Blueno.
Her intention was obvious—to form close cooperation with Blueno to jointly confront the unknown enemy before them.
However, even though she had successfully reached her companions, Kalifa did not dare to relax or let her guard down in the slightest.
Her beautiful yet sharp eyes swiftly scanned the entire room, leaving no corner unchecked as she carefully confirmed whether any potential threats remained.
Only after confirming that the room was indeed empty did Kalifa finally let out a long, relieved sigh.
Her tightly wound nerves could finally relax slightly, and the heart that had been lodged in her throat could settle back into her chest a little.
But at that very moment, Blueno suddenly stared straight past Kalifa once again, his face revealing an extremely complicated expression.
His lips trembled slightly as he spoke in a voice tinged with fear and pleading, "My lord, I sincerely apologize! It was my mistake for entering the wrong door earlier. Please, I beg you, do not tease Kalifa any further!!!"
"Hiss..." Kalifa couldn't help but gasp sharply.
In that instant, she finally understood—she had encountered someone formidable.
And not just formidable, but someone whose power completely overwhelmed hers.
Cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.
Because she knew her life was now in someone else's hands.
This feeling was utterly terrifying!
Simultaneously, she pondered internally.
Just who was Blueno? A member of CP0! One must understand that in the vast Holy Land, there were exceedingly few individuals whom Blueno would address as "my lord."
Foremost among them would naturally be the lofty commander of CP0, but given his status, position, and conduct, he would absolutely never engage in such antics.
Next would be Kong, who could similarly be ruled out.
After all, he was the Commander-in-Chief of the World Government's Combined Forces.
He commanded the Marines, CP, the Shichibukai, Marine Science Unit, Marine Giant Unit, SWORD (Marine Secret Special Forces), SSG (Marine Special Science Group), Marine Criminal Investigation Division, Marine Photography Division, Marine Infantry, Enies Lobby Law Hound Unit, Enies Lobby Guilty Jury, Enies Lobby Giant Guard Unit, Impel Down guards, Pacifistas, police, and all other World Government military forces—far beyond just "all Marine Headquarters affiliate organizations."
He was the World Government's "Commander-in-Chief of the Combined Forces."
Just look at that authority!
Even their highest-ranking CP0 commander fell under his jurisdiction.
Would such a person be here "playing games" with her?
That left only the most noble, mysterious, and feared Celestial Dragons.
Could it be that this enigmatic lord was one of the Celestial Dragons? And not just any, but one possessing terrifying power?
At this thought, Kalifa's heart sank heavily, and her mind involuntarily conjured various possible scenarios.
She arrived at one conclusion that she absolutely could not accept.
Was it possible that a powerful Celestial Dragon had taken a liking to her?
If that were true, then she could only become a pet—or a slave—of the Celestial Dragons.
The mere thought made her legs feel weak.
There were very few people in the world who wouldn't be terrified facing such a prospect.
Just then, a gentle breeze drifted in from the doorway.
Yet, to Kalifa in that moment, this breeze felt like a piercing cold wave.
She shuddered all over, as if she had been plunged into an icy abyss.
Only at this moment did she realize that her back had long been soaked in a dense layer of cold sweat.
Her already tight clothing now clung even more closely to her body, perfectly outlining her enchanting back and slender waist.
This sight delighted Lancelot, who stood behind her.
Then his nose twitched as an unusual fragrance invaded his senses, seeping into his heart.
His eyes gleamed with an unusual light.
He could tell this wasn't perfume or any shower gel scent. It was body fragrance—yes... the most primal human scent.
He never expected that Kalifa, standing before him, would be a naturally fragrant "scented consort."
Tsk tsk...
Lancelot couldn't suppress his smirk.
Such a rare treasure—he wouldn't let her slip away!
His gaze grew intensely fervent.
"It's over."