.TSUSTUSCHUT!.Xaviel woke up with Ria on his side. She was letting out tears, speaking inaudible words. After a while, Xaviel began to hear what she had said.“Xaviel… wake up… wake up…”Xaviel moved his eyes. As Ria noticed it, she rubbed her tears away and said, “Are you okay?”Clearly not understanding the situation at all, Xaviel stayed silent to her words. Ria then continued with a question. “For a few minutes, you were lying on the ground, and I can’t detect any living presence inside you… It was like you died.”Xaviel didn’t understand why Ria would react like that. Isn’t she the one who also wanted to take revenge on him? to kill him? Why is she acting like this?“I thought killing you was the perfect catalyst for my satisfaction. And yet, I only felt sadness seeing you lying down lifeless like that.”Xaviel stared at Ria, who was now letting out her tears again.“I am not sure what to do. I am so lost. I have no one.”Ria kept going on as she was frustrated with her feelin

Revenger’s Tragedy 3( Acting. It is something people always does. Most do it out of fun. )(Out of hobby.)(Yet some do it out of necessity.)(To do what you may ask?)(To fit in.)Xaviel charged in as he moved his dagger obliterating the marrionetes of Victoria Mylen from left to right. Making his way to reach her.“Pink Flash”ZWOONGA sound ringed in Xaviel’s ears as a figure appeared in front of him aiming to impale him with its lance.The speed of the lance thrusting him was too great Xaviel’s left arm was impaled.CRUAK!In the split second after the impalement, he struck the tip of the lance with his dagger disfiguring the weapon.“So you pay heed to my words only to wait for Victor to recover? I can’t say I expect that.”“Wasn’t that the oldest trick in the book?”“Heh. Of course I was bluffing.”“What?”SRSTSTST!!!Sparks appeared around Victoria’s body.“Guh..I can’t believe you are still alive after that…”“Hahaha.” Xaviel smiled as he looked at the person behind Victoria.

The smile that made him remember their first fight together. That day Hoff Crestia was giving the same smile as he is now towards Xaviel.“I want to see your conviction.”Words he had spoken rings inside Xaviel’s head. Those same words gave him his courage back.Hoff summoned the bubbles again as it targeted Xaviel. In retaliation he ran through the room evading it.(You are clearly planning something.Yet, I can’t understand it.Was it perhaps?Acting to buy time for me to give Victoria these memory core?)With a huge force, Xaviel lunged forward as he and Hoff started to fight hand to hand. Xaviel and Hoff moved throughout the room dodging each other’s fists. Rarely did the both of them crashed their fist onto one another.BUK! BUK! BUK!Three hits landed on Hoff’s face. It was a left hook right hook and uppercut combo made by Xaviel.Countering the attack, Hoff grabbed Xaviel’s wrist as he launch his knee onto his stomach. Now grabbing back his head, Xaviel was threwn off balance w

++ The following is a written documentation of the tragedy in the Mylenia Region. On Maylen 26th, A surge of energy was sighted below the region. According to the agents dispatched this surge of Forte Energy or 'Foen' had been discharged from a refugee of Priscote Town. Due to the Prince's wisdom, Sir Zedafaust was dispatched to combat the refuge. However, as he arrived at the scene, the refugee and its corpse were already disfigured.Evidence points towards a third party that interfered with Sir Zedafaust's mission. Simultaneously, revolutionary propaganda was orchestrated by a former ruling nobility and economic advisor of Lady Victoria Mylen, Hoff Praya Crestia. Combat records on his name showed how formidable he was. It can even be said that, by that time, he was the strongest person in Mylenia if one did not count Sir Zedafaust. So, Victor Magnifica was ordered to capture him. A capture warrant against him was also made, and when the appointed guards came to his house, his wife,

“A glass of Joy Soda, please.” “The usual eh? Sure.” The bartender whipped out a milk carton with a side of cola powder, as he mixed it well. “Joy Soda the way you like it, Mr. Ankara.” The bartender presented me with the drink a few minutes later.It is served in an extended-height tube-like glass with clear ice and straw. “Thank you.” I sipped my drink. Slurping it down, I felt its sweetness and fizziness. To be honest, it is one of the few things here that I enjoyed.Du du du~ Turutut~The jazz music plays inside this club. Today is the day when the music is played out slowly the way I like it. Unlike other days, where they play upbeat music, today’s song is relatively mellow.The dance floor was not filled with dancers but chairs where the people admired the performers of the song. The fans were adults in their 40s or 50s.I listened to the music as I sipped my drink again. Today, I will be meeting another singer who also frequents this club.My hand reached for one of the pock