"Saint Shamrock, tell me, what are the rules?", Rosse slowly crouched down, his right foot, clad in a white leather shoe, stepping fiercely onto Shamrock's bloody and mangled head.
"Urgh!", Shamrock let out a pained moan, his proud head firmly pinned under Rosse's foot.
Fresh blood continuously soaked into Shamrock's eye sockets like a small stream, blurring his vision and making his mind grow faint.
He wanted to resist, to curse Rosse loudly.
But under the overwhelming, crushing pressure of Rosse's power, he could only lie helpless on the cold ground like a dead dog with its spine broken, allowing Rosse to trample him at will, unable to move an inch.
"Rosse! Cough! My father will never let you go! He will definitely make you pay!"
The intense pain and humiliation pushed Shamrock's sanity almost to the brink of collapse.
He pressed his hands hard against the ground, trying to lift his head, and with a hoarse and weak voice, laced with hysterical frenzy, he uttered a feeble threat at Rosse.
"Tch! And I thought you were going to say something. Is that all? I thought you'd seek revenge yourself, but instead, you have to rely on your useless old man?", Rosse sneered, applying more pressure with his foot.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The white jade floor, already covered in cracks, finally completely collapsed and shattered into countless smaller fragments under Rosse's merciless step.
Shamlock's entire body was stomped into the ground by Rosse as if he were a nail.
Rosse used skillful force, combined with his Devil Fruit ability, exercising precise control over the distribution of power, ensuring that every single bone in Shamrock's body would bear uniform yet extreme pressure.
With just that one step, over half of the bones in Shamrock's body fractured. With Shamrock's recovery ability, he would need to lie in bed for at least a few months.
Shamrock himself finally succumbed and passed out, though it's unclear whether the primary reason was pain or sheer fury.
"Boring," Rosse no longer looked at Shamrock, who resembled a dead dog, and turned his gaze to Stella beside him, "Have someone bring a basin of water. Let him crawl back himself."
"As you command!", Stella's expression didn't change at all. She acknowledged softly and then found a maid nearby, assigning her the task of waking Shamrock.
With Zephyr watching nearby, neither Rosse nor Stella were worried about any threat Shamrock might pose upon waking.
Even with half his bones broken, with Shamrock's willpower and physique, he could still manage to crawl away from the Jaygarcia family residence.
Once he crawled out of the main gate, someone would naturally carry him back.
"Now, it's your turn."
Rosse looked indifferently at the eldest princess, Edith. The scene just now seemed to have terrified this princess, who possessed both beauty and figure. She was now collapsed on the ground, shivering, looking at Rosse with a face full of terror.
"Demon... You are a demon..."
"Are you only realizing on the first day that the Celestial Dragons are demons?"
Rosse's eyes held a playful look as he walked up to Edith, looking down at her from above, "And speaking of which, you aren't any different from a demon, are you? Judging by your appearance, you've probably killed quite a few people with your own hands."
"Those lowlifes, killing them is nothing! How could I be a demon!"
Edith felt extremely uneasy, but her mouth was still as hard as diamond, which piqued Rosse's interest a bit.
If she were just a vase who only bullied the weak based on her status, that would be too boring.
"Tsk! Tsk! 'Lowlifes' is such a great word. So, according to you, killing lowlifes is a kind of favor, doing a good deed?"
"Of course!"
Edith thrust out her full chest, arrogance on her face, "For those lowlifes to die by my hand is their honor!"
"Then for you to die by my hand should also be your honor."
The corner of Rosse's mouth lifted slightly. He gently lifted Edith by her snow-white neck, raising her from the ground.
"Let me go! Let me go! I am the princess of Flevance! Even if you are a Celestial Dragon, you can't touch me! Bastard! Let me go now!"
Edith screamed; the feeling of suffocation from her neck being gripped gave her a sense of being shrouded by death.
"Princess of Flevance? Aren't you just a lowlife too?", Rosse chuckled lightly, then turned to look at Queen Maureen, who also had a face full of terror, "Queen of Flevance, do you think what I said is correct?"
"You are correct, both I and Edith and the others are lowlifes. Please, let us go. We will do anything you ask..."
Maureen's voice trembled a little, but she managed to convey the meaning completely.
Rosse's strength and tyranny exceeded her imagination.
This was her first time coming to the Holy Land.
She had only heard before that the Celestial Dragons were unreasonable and tyrannical, and that many princesses had been defiled by them, but she always thought it was rumor, believing those princesses were simply indiscreet.
After all, the kings and queens of affiliate nations held power at the world's peak, far nobler than those pirates who only had strength.
But now she truly understood that their seemingly untouchable status within their affiliate nation meant nothing in front of the Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land.
No matter what these Celestial Dragons wanted to do, they could only kneel and endure it.
Looking at Rosse's slightly amused expression, and glancing out of the corner of her eye at the other three princesses, Maureen closed her eyes, filled with despair.
Today, she already knew what was going to happen.
"Then what should you do now, Queen Maureen."
Rosse liked intelligent people. Seeing Maureen so perceptive, his tone softened slightly.
"I understand... But, please, not here... Edith and I, we will serve you," Maureen spoke with despair and helplessness, inwardly hating Perth to the core.
If it weren't for him, she would never have to experience this.
"But I don't really feel like walking now. You lead me there."
Rosse said with a light laugh, pointing towards the nearby palace building.
"As you command!"
Maureen had already resigned herself to her fate. She obediently stood in front of Rosse, turning her back to him, thinking Rosse wanted her to carry him on her back.
Although she had never done anything like this before, she was prepared to be humiliated.
Unexpectedly, Rosse had no intention of holding onto her at all. He just leaned close to her ear and said softly, "Get on all fours!"
"Ah?"
Maureen widened her eyes in disbelief, never imagining that Rosse would say such a thing.
"I don't like repeating myself."
Rosse's voice sounded again. Simultaneously, Maureen felt a light touch below her waist, causing her whole body to tremble.
If she didn't comply, Maureen had no doubt that Rosse would punish her on the spot.
"Okay."
Tears fell from Maureen's eyes. She got on all fours on the ground like a pony, allowing Rosse to scrutinize her from behind, feeling almost overwhelmed by shame.
Before she could recover, she saw Edith assume the same position beside her, crawling on all fours.
Unlike Maureen, who still had her own emotions, Edith seemed already broken, her eyes utterly vacant, only capable of obeying orders.
Right after that, Maureen felt a weight on her back, as if a foot was stepping on her.
It wasn't particularly heavy, but it felt like a mountain, crushing her noble heart into the depths.
"Move out!"