No Matter Where You Go, The Trash Is Still The Same

(Manami POV)

Six greasy looking men surrounded us from all sides, each of them looking at us with their filthy gazes while licking their lips.

Trash really is just trash no matter which Universe we got to it seems.

Kiyomi took a step closer to me while scowling at the pieces of trash in front of her, "Please let us through."

One of them smirked at her, "Oh? This one has an attitude on her! I like them feisty! What are you going to do if we don't?"

I stepped protectively in front of my little sister, "Ara, ara? Don't you know who our Master is? It's Master Lin you know~ If you value your lives, you might want to start apologising real soon."

The men looked at each other with uncertainty when they heard my words.

Ufufufu~ It seems like even here, Master's name still holds weight, as expected of Master!

Now I wonder what Master's position really is? I'm sure Master would be someone who--