"Think carefully. He said, if you can figure it out, he'll let you out," Gion looked at the slightly hysterical Moa, lightly shook her head, picked up the tray, and walked out.
She didn't have time to wait for Moa to calm down.
The reason she agreed to deliver the message was that she didn't want Moa to suffer too much.
At least she wouldn't add anything personal to the message. If it had been Rosse who came in person, Moa might've gone completely mad.
Creaaak!
The basement door opened again. Just as Gion was about to step out, Moa's voice suddenly came from behind, "Is she dead? Or was she captured by you?"
Gion stopped in her tracks, knowing who Moa was asking about, and replied truthfully, "No. She wasn't even on the death list. The Freedom Fighters should've split into two groups, and a few were hidden by Dragon."
If it were Rosse speaking, he would've said only she survived.
But since Rosse hadn't specifically instructed otherwise, Gion had no intention of hiding it.
"I see... hehe... HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Hearing the crazed laughter behind her, Gion closed the basement door expressionlessly and walked off in the direction of Rosse.
As she rounded a corner, she saw Stella waiting there.
"Big Sis Gion, is it okay for me to go now?", Stella stepped forward and asked.
Gion hesitated for a moment but still replied, "I think if we go by his method, that woman will break sooner or later."
"She's already broken, hasn't she...", Stella gave a light smile, not caring at all about Moa's life or death.
Compared to her own past encounters, she had seen far worse than Moa.
She hadn't been bullied like Moa only because she met Rosse early on.
"Do whatever you want. Be careful when you go in. Even if she can't do much now, there's still some danger," Gion sighed. Though she felt a bit of pity, from Rosse's perspective, this development was the most appropriate.
"Big Sis Gion, I'll be careful,".Stella bowed sweetly, watched Gion walk away, then slowly straightened her posture and headed toward the basement.
If someone plays the bad cop, someone has to play the good cop.
Among them, Stella, who had faced the hardest circumstances earlier, was undoubtedly the best choice.
She had already told Moa her own story. Now it was time to build a relationship with her, ideally following the script and eventually letting Moa go.
But Rosse had said there was no rush, that it should wait until the matter with the Allied Nations was resolved.
Though Stella didn't understand why, she still followed Rosse's will.
Whether it was because Moa's body was attractive or due to deeper reasons, it had nothing to do with her.
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[A Few Days Later]
With Stella's help, Moa changed into a maid outfit.
She lowered her head, and in the depths of her dull eyes, there was a trace of hatred.
But on the surface, she just wore an indifferent expression, followed behind Stella, listening to her explain a maid's daily duties.
In the end, she chose to compromise. Not because she submitted, but because to complete her revenge, she had to survive first.
"M...Master...", Moa was brought into Rosse's room by Stella. Looking at Rosse reading on the sofa, Moa forcibly suppressed the negative emotions in her heart, lowered her head, and respectfully addressed him.
Stella wore a sweet smile, gently nodded at Rosse, then quietly exited the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
"Stand over here," Rosse didn't even lift his head. He was reading Sora's medical summaries.
The document summarized thousands of illnesses currently known in Drum Island and methods to treat some of them.
It wasn't extremely detailed, but it provided some understanding of various strange diseases in this world.
"Yes, Master," the change in how she addressed him only mattered the first time.
No matter how unwilling she was the first time, once she said it, it would become easier and easier after that.
Moa slowly walked to Rosse's side, still feeling uneasy in her heart.
She feared Rosse would see through her pretense, and feared being killed before achieving revenge.
She wanted revenge on Rosse, on Gion, and on Dragon.
To achieve that goal, she had to endure for now.
"Kneel," Rosse continued reading the document, but his soft words brought immense pressure to Moa.
A flicker of humiliation flashed in her eyes, but she knew she had no choice.
Despite the intense unwillingness in her heart, she controlled her body and slowly knelt before Rosse.
Rosse put down the document in his hand and gently stroked Moa's face.
He could feel her body trembling. Though her expression didn't resist, her body clearly did.
"Since you've chosen to accept your fate, I'll give you a chance," Though he said he'd give a chance, Rosse felt only indifference.
Toward those who want to resist but are still useful, Rosse had always shown patient malice.
He gently reached out his index finger, pried open Moa's red lips, and stirred gently inside.
After multiple interactions, he already knew where Moa was most sensitive.
"Master... please spare me..."
"Come here."
"Master..."
Despair flickered in Moa's eyes. Even knowing that submission would bring even more brutal treatment, she had already prepared herself mentally.
But when the moment actually arrived, she still couldn't get past the barrier in her heart.
Back then, she was simply unable to resist. Now, she had to actively comply, an entirely different mindset.
'Forget it, it's already come to this...'
Moa gave up all resistance and let Rosse's index finger guide her, lowering her head toward Rosse.
"Cough cough..."
An hour later, Moa coughed up a few mouthfuls of saliva onto the floor, powerlessly kneeling and sitting there, looking completely exhausted.
"Purupuru"
At that moment, Rosse's Den Den Mushi rang.
"What is it?"
Rosse answered the call. Seeing the Den Den Mushi morph into Zannie's face, he asked casually, as if not caring whether Moa was present or not.
Hearing Rosse had a call, Moa quickly stopped coughing, swallowed the saliva in her mouth, and did her best to minimize her presence.
Right now, Rosse wasn't too suspicious of her. That was a good thing.
Only like this could she collect more information about Rosse.
["Your Highness, M is already in place. Dragon hasn't returned yet. She can easily control the current remnants of the Freedom Fighters. When should we send her out?"]
'M? Who is M?', Moa lay on the ground, repeatedly thinking about who the codename referred to.
Just from this one snippet of information, Moa knew it was a spy Rosse had planted in the Freedom Fighters's upper ranks, but exactly who, she didn't know.
'That woman? Ivankov? Or another captain...'
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