RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 401 - 401: Cuffed

Never had I felt so grateful for not doing something.
I imagine if I had summoned the Fallen Knight and then the curly-haired man came, the thought made me gulp.
I racked my head a bit and could not imagine any way in which I would survive such an event.
Even if the pope interceded, how could he convince his most trusted soldiers that it was for the greater good that their colleagues were turned into zombies?
Trust my conscience, at this time, it riled up, looking to fill me with guilt for what I had done to Mike, but I brutally silenced it.
"Where were you when the bastard was trying to kill me?"
"So what now?" Isolde totally surrendered her fate to me.
"We watch; if there is an opportunity, we bolt."
"I thought you said if we run, we'll die."
"Yes, and that is under the condition his opponent isn't marching for him."
Ninja Momma stared at the back of the tall figure who was already before her tormentor and questioned, trying to understand.
"Can she beat him?"
"I think so."
My words weren't just based on the devastating attack I had just survived, but also on the knowledge I had of her.
How many years had it been since the incident between Denise and Jarry Loid? It occurred when Denise was still in her younger days, meaning by now it should be over a decade.
In the nightmare, the woman scribbled on the table, now she did it on the air. This was the result of several years of effort and practice, who else knew she had improved in such a way?
"Who are you?" the curly-haired man said, his voice just as I had heard it back in London.
His gait was unhurried and he oozed confidence.
I could feel Ninja Momma's gaze leave the man and subtly stare at me, her brain churning as she made further deductions about me with the ongoing incident.
"I would tell you to leave and have your life spared, but you knights never listen."
From her left to her right, symbols floated before the woman like a long keyboard. She spoke unhurriedly and as her lips sealed up, she brought her hand down.
"Beautiful," she whispered to everyone's hearing, the pride she felt in her work being communicated.
I didn't understand much about what she had before her, but I couldn't lie, it was beautiful.
"Shame it's about to be destroyed."
The words from the knight were unexpected, and just as they left his mouth, he reached into the flurry of symbols and tightened his fist.
There was a burst of power from the man's hand but.....
"There aren't meant for you," the female said to the knight with a smile, her tone goading, her gaze arrogant, and then she turned to us, who were at the back.
"Now would be a good time to run," Isolde whispered, tightening her grip around my neck, dismay soon stretching on her face when she saw I had locked eyes with the opponent.
"I told you you'll pay."
"How much?"
"Two souls, please."
The woman waved her left hand, and like that, the symbols she had scribbled in the air shot at the two of us.
With a shout, the curly-haired knight had the outline of his armour appear all over him, glowing a defiant yellow light, but like he was a spectre, the symbols went right past him, gunning for us.
Understanding that he could not stop the attack, the knight pushed towards the enemy, a red Roman shield materialising in front of him.
He rammed his opponent in rocket time, sending her figure flying, but that did not stop the attack approaching us.
"Marcus!!" Ninja Momma called as I dropped her, betrayal flashing in her eyes.
My arm free, Spell Breaker appeared in my left hand and, not missing a beat, I unloaded a shell.
Bang!!
One bullet to solve it all.
The seemingly unstoppable threat was neutralized instantly, and I had two pairs of eyes locked on me.
The knight had his eyes on my shotgun while Ninja Momma was surprised.
"You thought I had abandoned you."
Isolde's face bled red, and she looked away, and looking away from her, I chuckled.
"Oops, seems I revealed too much," I suddenly said.
A wry smile appeared on my face, putting Ninja Momma on guard, and she didn't have to ask as from the air, two witches on different brooms flew down to our side.
They hovered just above the ground, thick red books floating before them, one holding a wand out and pointing it at us.
"I am not averse to killing any of you," the witch with the wand said, a dangerous glow at the tip of her stick.
No further word was spoken, but a silent agreement was made amongst all four of us. Isolde and I stayed still as the other witch got off her broom and approached.
"Present your hands."
There was the choice to flee, but with my one arm messed up and the curly-haired knight not too far off, I didn't think much of our chances.
I did as the witch said, observing her young features and noticing the tension in her body.
"You don't have to worry; I don't harm women, especially beautiful ones."
Her expression remaining expansive, the witch cuffed my wrists, then she jabbed her hand to the back, right where I had sent a certain female flying.
"Then what were you doing with her?"
Before I could say a word, I was kicked at the back of my knee, sent falling to my knees, their attention then moving to Isolde.
I was just about to use Echo!! looking to see what restriction had been placed on me, when my body trembled.
I fell to the ground, my eyes widening as I realised that my strength was being rapidly drained, without end.
Trying to resist the process happening in me, from my position on the ground, I saw that from the rumble she had been smashed into, several thick blood tendrils burst out, the path cleared for a female who had a red ball hovering on her palm.
"Cuff her quick, we need to get out of here."