There was no doubt that Cressia had been kidnapped.
But she didn’t resist.
The two men in suits were just small-time lackeys; taking them out was easy enough,
but that wouldn’t lead her to the mastermind behind it all.
At this moment, her hands were tied behind her back, a cloth bag over her head, and her mouth sealed with plastic tape. She was thrown onto the back seat of a black van.
She let out compliant “ooh ooh” sounds and twisted slightly in protest,
but the two men in the front seat paid her no mind, so she settled into silence and waited quietly.
These two men in black suits didn’t say much, appearing to be city gangsters—part of some evil organization.
In terms of strength, they were probably on par with regular fighters?
No, maybe they were actually combatants of some organization.
They acted decisively and didn’t complicate things by making any connection with her.
They were just well-trained to carry out their task, not even knowing who she was…
She’d been underestimated countless times because of her appearance,
but taking them out would be a breeze.
Still, she wanted to see who was “so hospitable” that they’d even storm into a restaurant’s ladies’ restroom.
However, that alone had scared little Lucia.
Cressia was sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.
Though her words were always irritating, she truly cared for her subordinates and was quite protective of them.
She took them to the highest restaurant in Central City to welcome Lucia and celebrate Clara’s victory,
offering the best dining environment to make up for their hardships…
But upon entering the restaurant, they realized they didn’t just feel out of place mentally,
they were also subjected to strange, judgmental stares.
Those so-called elites, dressed to the nines, looked at Clara and Lucia with the superiority and disdain of judging by appearance alone.
Clara and Lucia obviously dared not make a scene,
but Cressia couldn’t stand it.
“What kind of restaurant is this?”
“This is nothing but a garbage heap,” she thought, feeling her original intention was completely betrayed.
Yes, the two sisters (?) were unsophisticated country bumpkins,
but even if that was true, Cressia wouldn’t allow those people to be so disgusting.
That was why she spat out those harsh words,
and with just a few sentences, she completely shattered the pretentious attitude of those show-offs.
So, the kidnappers were among those people?
Usually, the underworld is a type of criminal organization,
meaning if she was taken to their base, she might run into their monsters…
Hmm, time to teach these rude brats who don’t even understand manners a lesson.
But since she wasn’t a hero, there was no need to wipe them out completely.
Cressia thought this as the van left the city center,
entering the underground garage of a moderately tall building—
Though she couldn’t see, she could tell if the van was going up or down, especially when it made a sharp turn into the underground garage.
Cressia was taken out of the van, blindfolded, and led forward, then pushed into an elevator…
Cressia didn’t cry or struggle, nor did she show any fear.
She was very cooperative, seemingly used to this kind of situation.
This made the two henchmen feel uneasy… even a bit anxious.
But they didn’t ask any more questions. After all, they were just completing the task assigned to them—bring the person back.
They could clearly feel the elevator rising.
Wait, the organization’s base wasn’t underground?
Cressia pricked up her ears to gather information.
This building was their base, disguised on the surface as a Moonfront Pioneering Company,
but the voices inside the building seemed…
No,
there were too few people for it to be the main base.
It was probably just a branch.
Or, like the “Dream Witch,” a subsidiary set up by a large organization to avoid suspicion.
Cressia thought she would meet the mastermind, but instead, she was locked in a cell.
Her handcuffs weren’t even removed, and the plastic tape still sealed her mouth.
The two suited henchmen just left her there…
Not quite.
The handcuffs had been twisted and broken,
and tearing off the strong adhesive tape hurt quite a bit…
Was it really necessary to use such strong glue just to keep her quiet?
So troublesome.
I wanted to get back early to watch the late-night show!
Thinking this, Cressia didn’t kick open the cell door,
instead, she simply lay down on the bed and slowly closed her eyes.
“All right, time to sleep.”
An unseen spiritual energy radiated outward from her, gradually enveloping the entire building…
A true nightmare began to spread.
“They said there’s no need to worry about the president; she’ll definitely show up again tomorrow…”
Though Flandre said this over the phone, Clara couldn’t really ignore it,
and Lucia was urging her to hurry and rescue the president.
If President Cressia came to any harm, then who would pay her salary?
“Nyx, can you show me the destination?”
To rescue President Cressia, Clara transformed into a magical girl and flew through the city night sky on her squid broom.
Since there were many hovering cars and flying motorcycles at the same altitude,
she didn’t stand out too much.
She even had to obey the aerial traffic laws.
[Understood, connecting to retina display.]
A light appeared in the distance, with a distance indicator showing 960 meters,
shrinking steadily—it wasn’t too far now.
Clara accelerated, and as she got closer, the light turned into a bright highlight covering the entire building.
[President Cressia is inside this building.]
“How many enemies?”
[Distance too far, suggest flying around the building to scan first.]
Clara circled the building on her broom several times.
The red silhouettes that appeared repeatedly were Nyx’s scanning results inside.
But all these red figures were lying on the ground?
[Confirmed President Cressia’s location. May I proceed with a breach?]
Within her sight, Cressia’s petite figure was marked in blue.
Her room looked like a prison cell, with only a small ventilation window.
Even Clara’s size made crawling through impossible, so she had to enter the building through the adjacent room first.
Clara accelerated, crashing the front of her broom into the glass and bursting into the neighboring empty office.
…
Perhaps due to the impact, Clara felt a wave of chilling dizziness and nausea,
rolling on the floor amid broken glass shards.
Not only that…
The lights that had been on when she crashed suddenly went out for some reason.
“Nyx, can you connect to the building’s network?”
Clara asked, but Nyx didn’t respond.
“Nyx?”
Something was wrong with this building; this had never happened before…
Even Nyx was useless, and that unsettled Clara.
Still, she summoned her courage, got up from the floor, tightly gripping her broom for protection,
and stepped out of the pitch-dark office, heading toward the prison cell next to President Cressia’s…