Sui Feng's movement speed was very slow.
All four of her limbs were on the ground as she crawled forward little by little.
As she moved, the crisp sound of high heels striking the floor rang out beside her, accompanied by the clinking and clanking of iron chains dragging across the ground.
Listening to those sounds, Sui Feng felt an incomparable sense of shame.
She was like a Hollow, a tamed Hollow, being led by her master toward a gladiatorial arena.
Fortunately, the direction she was moving in was Candice's sleeping quarters. That place was Candice's absolute domain. Outsiders could not enter at all.
The last time an Adjuchas Arrancar accidentally wandered in, Candice beat it until it was left with only a single breath.
Even a few of the other Espada, who were on the same level as her, had once suggested going to Candice's sleeping quarters, only to be fiercely rejected by her.
According to Candice, the only one who could enter her sleeping quarters was that mysterious Hollow King.
Sui Feng did not understand why Candice would allow her to enter this time.
Perhaps, in Candice's eyes, she was not even as good as a Hollow? At best, she could only be considered Candice's personal pet?
Passing through a long, dim corridor, when the heavy door at the end was pushed open by Candice, the space before her suddenly opened up.
It was a pure white world that was almost flawless.
The walls, the dome, and even the mirror-smooth floor beneath their feet all carried a warm, milky-white hue.
Soft light poured down from an unknown point in the dome above, bathing the entire space in a sacred glow.
On both sides of the space, rows upon rows of towering display racks were neatly arranged, made of the same strange pure white metal.
On the shelves were displayed all kinds of exquisite vessels, dazzling to the eye. These were Candice's collections, and also counted as her personal hobby.
Some were classical golden goblets with complex lines carved with mythological totems.
Some were modern art pieces with extremely minimalist shapes, cut from a single block of crystal.
There were also some rare treasures Candice had collected from the World of the Living.
They stood quietly there, like artworks that had frozen countless moments in time, each emitting its own unique glimmer within this pure white temple.
Going further inside, at the very end of the space, stood a dressing table also crafted from pure white jade.
Sui Feng knew that was Candice's favorite place.
That woman styled her hair meticulously every single day, clearly spending no small amount of effort on it.
Sui Feng had always sneered at such time-wasting behavior.
But when it came to Candice, that vulgar woman, she could not find a single angle from which to belittle her.
Because weakness was the original sin.
She was weaker than Candice, and much weaker at that.
That made any disdain she felt look like a joke.
Sui Feng continued crawling forward. She did not dare lift her head, yet she could sense the presence of other people at the end of the room.
As she kept moving forward and finally reached the depths of the room, the corner of her eye was also able to catch sight of it.
And the scene she saw made Sui Feng freeze completely.
A massive pure white bed more than five meters wide, wide enough for several people to roll around freely, occupied the far end of the room.
The bed was covered in the softest, most luxurious silk and velvet, looking unimaginably soft.
Candice had always been someone who knew how to enjoy herself. This did fit that woman's style.
But, at this moment, right at the edge of that bed, soft as if one could sink into it, sat a tall man upright.
The man wore a noble robe dominated by black, accented with gold trim and deep blue. Just standing there, he seemed like the center of the world, inspiring an urge to kneel and worship.
But that was not the point.
The point was, Sui Feng knew this man, and knew him very well.
If there were a ranking of the people she hated most, this man would be second only to Yoruichi Shihoin and Candice, firmly in third place.
'But how is this possible?'
"Why are you here? Rosse—"
Unconsciously, Sui Feng adopted the bearing of the Second Division captain and questioned Rosse.
But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Candice standing beside her, interrupted without the slightest mercy.
The pure white high heel came down hard on Sui Feng's back, crushing her body heavily into the floor and stamping all the words she wanted to say straight into the ground.
"I told you before, didn't I? An attitude like that really makes things difficult for me."
A trace of irritation flashed in Candice's eyes. Her left hand rested on the leg pinning Sui Feng down, while her right hand grabbed Sui Feng's hair and forcibly yanked her up to a ninety-degree angle.
If Sui Feng's body were not flexible enough, that alone would have snapped her in half.
At the moment, Sui Feng was wearing a black three-point uniform, the kind with less than three percent coverage. As her body was pulled straight, the remaining fabric was also at risk of being destroyed.
But because Sui Feng's body was far too petite, there was not much aesthetic appeal to speak of.
According to Rosse, it was fine for slightly quenching thirst, but completely unfit as a main course.
"Cough! Cough! So you're the Hollow King?"
Blood flowed from the corner of Sui Feng's mouth as she looked hazily at Rosse before her, letting out a self-mocking laugh filled with bitter irony.
Although she phrased it as a question, she already had the answer in her heart.
Candice's sleeping quarters could only be entered by herself and the Hollow King.
And the only man in all of Las Noches who could sit so brazenly on Candice's bed and be protected by her like this was the Hollow King.
No matter how much she wracked her brain, she would never have imagined that Rosse was actually the Hollow King of Las Noches.
The most ironic thing was that the king of Las Noches had clearly been lurking in Soul Society, yet those idiots had believed she was the spy of Las Noches.
'Heh! A bunch of fools being toyed with.'
At this moment, Sui Feng understood everything.
From the moment she provoked Rosse and looked down on him, she had already become his target.
From the very beginning, she had never had any possibility of escape.
And now, with no spiritual pressure left in her body, she did not even have the means to commit suicide.
On the enemy's territory, she had truly become a lamb to be slaughtered at will.
"Come on. However you want to humiliate me, do whatever you want. I will never submit!"
Sui Feng said hoarsely, expressing her final resolve.
No matter what Rosse did to her, she would accept it.
But she would never admit even half a mistake, because she had not been wrong in the first place.
Back in Soul Society, she had already thought there was something wrong with Rosse, and had targeted him out of duty.
From her standpoint and that of Soul Society, what she did had actually been right.
It was just that this time, the enemy had won.
"I really like the expression you have right now. I actually hope you can keep it up," Rosse chuckled softly as he stood up, then spoke to Candice in a slightly apologetic tone, "This room is decorated very beautifully, but it's going to get stained with some dirty things over the next few days."
"It's fine. Use it however you like. I'll clean it up afterward."
The corner of Candice's mouth lifted slightly. She removed the foot pinning Sui Feng down and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her up.
THE HUNT HAS BEGUN.
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