Anime Girls are Moist

Chapter 1140 1,139: Kyros Helpless Cries in Dressrosa

Kyros's pupils shrank sharply.

All the blood in his body rushed to his head in an instant.

Every muscle in him tensed up as he almost reflexively shoved Rebecca behind him, shielding her with his own body. The broken sword he'd just lowered was snatched back up at once, clutched so hard his knuckles turned bone-white.

The gratitude and respect that had been in his eyes a moment ago vanished without a trace, replaced by razor-edged vigilance and a fury he could barely contain.

"What did you just say?!"

Even his voice was trembling.

Not from fear—

from sheer, raging anger.

He never could have imagined that the man who had just saved the entire country—saved him and his daughter—would make a demand like that.

The faint smile on Rei Ao's face didn't change.

He repeated it.

The tone was still flat, calm, but carrying an unquestionable certainty.

"I said, I want his daughter—Rebecca."

The words hit like a fire-hardened blade, plunging straight into Kyros's heart.

Someone was trying to take his daughter right in front of him.

"Impossible!"

Kyros's voice came out hoarse, filled with the kind of resolve that meant he'd stake everything.

He raised the broken sword, its jagged tip aimed at Rei Ao.

Even though he knew, deep down, that in front of this man, he wasn't even worth an ant.

But for his daughter, he was willing to throw away his life.

"You saved our country—we're grateful!"

"If you want gold, jewels, land, the throne—anything—we'll give it to you!"

"But not Rebecca!"

"She's my daughter! She's my only weakness in this life! I will never let you take her!"

Behind him, Rebecca seemed to sense the shift in the air.

She clutched Kyros's clothes tightly, her small body trembling. Her big eyes were full of fear as she stared at Rei Ao, too scared to make a sound.

Rei Ao couldn't be bothered to explain.

He didn't even move—didn't shift his feet a single inch.

Kyros only saw a blur—and his arms were suddenly empty.

The Rebecca he had been shielding behind him, holding tight to his chest—

In the next second, she was already in Rei Ao's arms.

No warning. No sound. As if she had always belonged there.

Little Rebecca was completely stunned.

Tears still clung to her lashes as she stared blankly at the young man holding her. Her tiny nose twitched; she even forgot to cry—forgot to struggle.

She couldn't feel the slightest malice.

Only a steady, warm embrace—

Nothing like her father's embrace from just now.

Kyros's eyes went bloodshot.

"Give my daughter back!!"

He charged like a madman, broken sword raised, rushing straight at Rei Ao. Veins bulged, every muscle drawn tight to the limit, pouring all his strength into one desperate attempt to snatch his daughter back.

But the moment he took a single step, an invisible force stopped him dead.

Like slamming into a wall—one you couldn't see, and couldn't break.

No matter how hard he pushed, no matter how wildly he hacked and swung, the wall didn't budge an inch.

The recoil tore his hands open, skin splitting into a bloody mess. The broken sword in his grip shattered completely.

And still—he couldn't even touch the hem of Rei Ao's clothing.

All he could do was watch, helpless, as his daughter lay in a stranger's arms, while he was pinned in place, unable to move.

That despair—

that powerlessness—

was a thousand times worse than what he'd felt facing Doflamingo.

Rei Ao lowered his gaze to the dazed little girl in his arms.

He lifted a finger and gently wiped the remaining tears from her cheek. The motion was light, and his voice softened a little too, the earlier indifference fading.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'm just taking you out to see the world."

"This world is too small. It's boring."

Rebecca blinked her wet, wide eyes and looked at his face up close.

Her little mouth opened, but no words came out.

She still looked blank, not sure whether she should be scared… or curious.

Rei Ao raised his eyes, sweeping a glance over Kyros—eyes red, frantic, on the verge of losing his mind—then at King Riku III beside him, frozen in shock, at a complete loss.

That faint smile stayed on his lips.

He didn't give them any chance to say another word.

Holding Rebecca, Rei Ao's figure began to turn transparent—right there in the middle of the square, under everyone's gaze.

The air around him rippled faintly.

His silhouette grew thinner and thinner, and Rebecca in his arms blurred with him.

"No!! Rebecca!!"

Kyros slammed himself against the invisible wall like a madman, his voice so raw it sounded like it would bleed. Tears streamed down his face.

"Give my daughter back!! I'll give you anything you want!! Give her back!!"

But his screaming couldn't stop that fading figure.

Rei Ao glanced at him one last time, the smile unchanged.

"Don't worry. It won't be long before I bring her back to see you."

And then he vanished completely.

Not a trace of presence left behind, as if he had never been there at all.

The invisible force blocking Kyros disappeared at the exact same moment.

He staggered forward, inertia carrying him into a hard fall onto the spot where Rei Ao had stood.

He threw out both hands, clawing wildly at the ground like he could grab onto something.

But all his fingertips touched was cold stone—

and empty air carrying the scent of sea wind.

And a faint lingering sweetness—

the milky scent still clinging to Rebecca.

"Rebecca!! Rebecca!!"

He dropped to his knees and screamed her name again and again.

His voice was shredded, broken, packed with endless despair and collapse.

He kept shouting—

but the only answer was the hollow sea breeze of Dressrosa, and the distant crash of waves against the rocks.

The palace square fell into dead silence.

The blood on the ground hadn't dried. The Donquixote Family's officers were still in the pit, wailing in agony.

Yet no one looked at them anymore.

Everyone stared at Kyros—kneeling there, sobbing as if his world had ended—silent, exchanging stunned looks, unable to say a single word.

Wind slipped through the palace columns, making a low, mournful sound—

like the city itself was crying without a voice.

The sunlight still poured over Dressrosa's land.

But the joy of surviving the catastrophe had long since been wiped away.

All that remained in the square was boundless silence—

and Kyros's hopeless cries, echoing through the empty world for a long, long time.