The arrival of the two uninvited guests made Lance feel like his personal space had been violated—but in the end, he could only accept the reality.
Baby-5 needed no explanation. Her mind was dead set on following him, and as long as he was alive, she would follow without question.
Rebecca, on the other hand, had surprised him. He had thought she was an obedient, well-mannered girl. Who would've thought she had a streak of bold rebellion in her? But when Lance questioned her, he learned that Kyros actually knew about it—and not only did he not stop her, he even supported her decision to follow Lance and continue learning swordsmanship. If anything "happened" along the way, he wouldn't mind either.
After all, Lance himself was only sixteen or seventeen years old. His ntal maturity might've been beyond his age, but it wasn't like it was so creepy old man going after young girls.
And so, unwillingly, Lance began living a chaotic life with two won—both stunningly beautiful in looks and figure.
Every day, he would instruct Rebecca in swordsmanship, physical combat, and other fighting techniques, while also teaching her the basics of Haki—starting with both Busoshoku Haki (Armant Haki) and Kenbunshoku Haki (Observation Haki).
Baby-5 followed him everywhere and trained alongside Rebecca. Lance was blunt: if they didn't want to be dead weight, they had to beco stronger.
But once night fell—it beca Baby-5's domain.
Wearing nothing but a provocative maid apron, with the rest of her figure left bare and glowing like porcelain under the moonlight, she would leap into Lance's arms, rubbing against him with her voluptuous body.
Even with Lance's exceptional willpower, he couldn't resist her advances. He would flip her over and dominate her again and again, claiming her without restraint.
And so, ten days passed quietly.
Their first destination: Angel Town—an unremarkable place deep in the New World.
Though not wealthy or powerful, and without producing any notable figures, the town lived up to its na: Angel Town. A warm, peaceful place full of harmony and quiet joy.
But that paradise had been cruelly shattered.
Now, Angel Town was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Destruction was everywhere.
"Benefactor-sama… this is your hotown?"
Rebecca's voice was soft and pained as she took in the devastation.
Indeed, Lance's first stop after setting sail was his hotown.
He had no mories of the place anymore, but from what remained, it was easy to tell this had once been a peaceful, idyllic village.
Now, the ground was covered in broken debris, and the scars of imnse destruction were everywhere.
"My hotown, huh…"
"…I guess."
Lance exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice indifferent.
He'd thought returning might stir sothing within him. So emotion. So mory.
But staring at ruins even worse than what was left after his battle with Doflamingo… he felt nothing.
He rembered nothing of this place. To him, it was like walking into a stranger's ho—no nostalgia, no attachnt.
Still, even without that emotional bond, he hadn't abandoned his plan to take revenge on Kaidō and Jack the Drought.
He might not feel anything, but that didn't an he didn't belong here. He had been born here, raised here. And Angel Town's destruction was sothing he couldn't just ignore.
"Who's there?! Co out!"
Suddenly, Baby-5's deanor shifted. Gone was the sweet maid act. She turned fierce in a flash, her hand transforming into a gun aid at the far end of the ruins.
"Don't shoot! Please, don't shoot!"
A group of terrified, ragged people erged from the rubble—covered in dust and dirt, trembling with fear. They imdiately dropped to their knees, begging for rcy.
Among them were children—barely ten years old—faces pale with fear, mimicking the adults and falling to their knees.
"Baby-neesan!"
"That's enough! Please, let's help them!"
Rebecca rushed forward and gently pulled Baby-5's gun away, helping the suffering townsfolk up.
The refugees seed to sense that Rebecca ant no harm, and their fear slowly eased.
"They're all survivors from Angel Town, huh?"
"Jack the Drought… that bastard."
Baby-5 frowned and lowered her weapon. She regained so of her usual confidence—but as soon as she rembered Lance was behind her, she softened again, putting on her usual delicate expression. The speed at which she changed faces was staggering.
"Are you all from Angel Town?"
Lance stepped forward calmly and asked.
"Yes, sir… You're right. We're all from Angel Town… Please, have rcy. We have nothing left… our hos are gone, our money is gone. Please let us live…"
An old man pleaded as he approached.
"Hey! Isn't that Lance-nii?"
"It is! It's really him!"
"Lance-nii, you're back!"
Surprisingly, the children in the crowd recognized him. Despite the dust and tears, they excitedly waved and called out to him.
"So it's true…"
"This really is my ho."
Lance took a long drag from his cigarette.
He hadn't fully believed Daniu when he ntioned his na. But now, with these children recognizing him so clearly—even after all this ti—there could be no doubt.
They were survivors. And they rembered him.
There was no better proof that he had once lived here.
"Benefactor-sama, they're so pitiful. This is your hotown… let's help them, please?"
Rebecca looked at him with hopeful, teary eyes—her empathy burning bright.
Lance didn't speak. He finished his cigarette in silence, flicked the butt away…
"Everyone, get behind ."
(End of Chapter)
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