How could Charlos dare say no? Upon hearing the news, she turned and left to inform Rizwell.

Moments later, a bloated Celestial Dragon woman waddled in, her swollen belly jiggling with each step and her face smeared with grease. This was Rizwell.

The instant she laid eyes on Chiga, her pupils gleamed with lust like a starving wolf. She muttered to herself,

"Not bad, not bad... He's exactly my type!"

Nerona curled her lip in visible disgust. Though both were Celestial Dragons, she had always found Rizwell revolting—and now even more so.

Rizwell ignored Nerona. Her mountain of flesh twisted awkwardly as she waddled closer to Chiga, reaching out to touch his face.

Slap!

A deafening crack echoed through the hall. Rizwell spun in mid-air like a top before crashing into the floor with a heavy thud.

Nerona instinctively touched her cheek, recalling the sting from a slap she had once received herself. But her thoughts worked in peculiar ways. Instead of anger, a strange sweetness bloomed in her chest. That slap, in her eyes, had been the turning point in her relationship with Chiga.

Rizwell, however, felt no such sweetness. The blow nearly knocked her into unconsciousness. If not for the thick fat on her face cushioning the impact, she might have blacked out completely.

The black-cloaked guards she brought with her stood frozen in place. A few snapped out of it and rushed to help her up.

Supported by her guards, Rizwell's face now resembled a swollen pig's head. Even so, she forced her tiny eyes open and glared at Chiga.

"You filthy commoner! How dare you strike me! I'll have your head for this!"

Then she screamed at her guards,

"What are you waiting for?! Kill him!"

But the black-cloaked men hesitated. They knew all too well who stood before them. Attacking Chiga was tantamount to suicide.

Nerona's eyes turned cold. This grotesque woman dared to give orders on her turf?

She clapped her hands sharply, summoning another squad of black-cloaked soldiers. They stood in formation opposite Rizwell's guards.

"Take them down."

Unlike Rizwell's hesitant group, Nerona's men moved without pause. After all, they had the backing of both her palace and Admiral Purple Kirin himself.

Who was Purple Kirin? A monster in human form—capable of taking on the Four Emperors single-handedly.

With that kind of support, what did they have to fear? Rizwell? They didn't even know who she was.

Clashes broke out instantly. Though Celestial Dragons' personal guards were usually evenly matched, Nerona's forces fought with fury and conviction. With Chiga present as a symbol of strength, they pushed back Rizwell's forces swiftly.

On the other side, Rizwell's men hesitated, confused and afraid. That hesitation cost them dearly. In moments, they were overpowered, restrained, and forced to kneel.

Rizwell screamed in rage,

"Useless! All of you! Nerona! You dare aid a filthy commoner against another Celestial Dragon?! I'll report this to the Five Elders! Just wait—your title will be stripped!"

Nerona snorted, voice dripping with disdain.

"You touched Chiga first. You caused this mess in my palace. I'm simply responding accordingly."

Then she turned to Chiga, a bright smile on her face.

"Right, Chiga~?"

He had watched the whole exchange calmly, arms folded, clearly enjoying the show. He nodded with a faint smirk.

"Completely right. I liked it."

"Hehe, as long as you like it~" she giggled, snuggling into his arms.

Watching them together, Rizwell's face twisted with disgust. She spat venomously,

"You filthy animals. You're both a disgrace to the Celestial Dragons!"

Before Nerona could retort, Chiga raised a hand. Using Almighty Pull, he yanked Rizwell toward him.

Grabbing the layers of fat at her neck, he lifted her effortlessly. She shrieked in pain.

Two brutal slaps later, all her teeth clattered to the floor. Her cries stopped cold.

Nerona watched with pure satisfaction. She remembered her own slap fondly—yet here she was, curled up in Chiga's arms, while Rizwell dangled like dead weight from his hand. If anything, Nerona felt victorious.

Then a shimmering ripple radiated from Chiga's eyes. Rizwell's head detached from her shoulders, floating momentarily before landing awkwardly on her backside.

Eyes wide with horror, Rizwell tried to scream, but only a pathetic wheeze came out.

Nerona, instead of recoiling, tilted her head and kicked the detached head like a ball.

"Chiga, is this a new ability? It looks fun!"

He didn't respond, merely smiled. With a flick of his wrist, a black coffin formed around Rizwell and vanished into a Door-Door space he conjured.

He had already decided—this was a perfect gift for Hancock.

The remaining black-cloaked men stared in silent terror. They knew they were as good as dead. Rizwell's family would never let them live after this humiliation.

Nerona glanced over at them, tone casual.

"Chiga, should I execute them? They're annoying."

Her voice may have been angelic, but to the kneeling guards, it sounded like the devil's own whisper. Their bodies shook uncontrollably.

Chiga walked over calmly and said,

"Go back. Tell your masters Rizwell was captured by Uchiha Chiga. If they have a problem with it, they can come find me."

With a wave of his hand, a swirling black vortex appeared beneath their knees. One by one, the black-cloaked men were sucked in, reappearing far beyond the palace gates.

After it was over, Chiga stretched lazily and returned to Nerona's side. He pulled her into his arms.

"Let's go. I'll stay here with you tonight. Sound good?"

"Nani!? Slurp, O-Of course!!"

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