This was an unmitigated disaster. Lace knew that the plan to attack the palace was going to happen. It was one of the most important parts of their strategy, after all. Unfortunately, the plan didn't entail a single thing on what to do when the palace currently looked like it was under siege. "What's the plan?" The emotive one of the twins wracked her head as Phillipe casually chimed in with his sarcasm again. The entire night had passed with them electing to wait the situation out and going on from there. Her twin thankfully already had a few plans drafted up, but it all depended on how well the siege progressed. If it was over in a single night with their Leader contacting them after the fact, then they'd spin the story that was expected of them and sow even more discord into the populace. Unfortunately, the siege didn't stop. No.&nbs

Combinations and synergy were something I obsessed with whenever I saw a concept or mechanic that enabled such things. Whether it was on my studies or games, it helped me remember a lot of shit in such a short amount of time that most of my classmates thought I had an eidetic memory. Along with familiarization tactics, and it enabled my insanity of not studying for important exams somewhat possible. It had its limits, of course, but I didn't really care beyond the fact that it helped me coast through med school like a maniac, much to the chagrin of my friends and professors. Then again, why am I even thinking about this shit in the first place? "So you return with even less of your current group? Such arrogance!" Oh, right... I was fighting someone that can control wind. I knew that this was inevitable so long as we continued going up, but it still

I blinked at the annoying blond in front of me as I flexed my fingers. If I wanted to fight like a maniac, I'm gonna have to be quick on the draw. Our battlefield was partitioned into a neat circle, thankfully. With Isaac taking care of the potential stragglers, I only have to worry about the two idiots in front of me. ...It was actually kind of daunting, now that I thought about it. "Surely you jest," Playfair chuckled. "I refuse to strike an unarmed woman!" I felt my right eye twitch, "And I'm telling you that I'm ready, you ugly moron." I scoffed as the annoying blowhard froze mid-laughter. Like earlier, insulting or stopping his ability to grandstand hit a nerve. He spun his staff-fan around with his right hand, stopping in a combat stance as he showed me a cold smile. "It is unbecoming

I didn't really think we'd manage to get this far, but somehow, we actually cleared out a fair number of floors despite having almost exhausting myself fighting two Primes at once. And wasn't that a pleasant surprise? To think that I actually improved enough to take on two powerful Nums all by myself without outside assistance was a fucking godsend for my self-confidence. I mean, back in the day I was constantly on the backfoot whenever I tried fighting anybody with the title of Prime. No matter how hard I tried, I always got bodied by superior firepower no matter how hard I tried. And now... Now I can easily say that I was a decent Prime material in the power scaling department. "Lady, are you crying?" I almost jumped at the sound Isaac's voice. We were making our way back up to the throne room one floor at a time after our run-in with the main enemy force confronted us. Not

It might be pretentious of me to think that I'm smart, but I'm at least self-aware enough to know that I'm more intelligent than most people. Well, more intelligent in terms of sheer processing power at least, but certainly not in terms of detecting emotional and social cues. Even after living for... five combined decades now? I was still the socially awkward idiot that never really grew out of her edgy phase. I'd like to think that I matured a bit, especially after working as a doctor for a good while, but I really didn't think I ever even moved on from my stupid, immature tendencies like getting heated when things don't go my way or whenever I procrastinate like crazy despite knowing I had a ton of stuff to do. As a result, I became this amalgamation of mature immaturity in terms of somehow being serious enough to worry and stress out over important stuff while at the same time slacking around and inevitably procrastinating in spit