---In the throne room, always royally imposing even if it had little or no flashy decoration, Alvine reappears on the throne; sitting with one leg on the other and one hand supporting his head.But unlike previous times, he looked like a little boy who played the role of the king.In front of him, twenty meters away, were Askald, Fy, and a mature woman of fairy beauty with her long white hair and emerald green eyes, like two crystals; she was Azalea Crystaluse, the only and current queen of the Crystaluses."You are still as charming as last time, especially when you take this severe air." Alvine ignores his two monarchs who are kneeling in front of him and talks directly to Azalea.The latter's frown persisted when she heard Alvine say these words with a jovial smile."Are you...the same master of death I met three years ago?" She asks in an uncertain tone.Alvine raises his eyebrows slightly. "Here, It's only been a few months; you maybe stayed on a low-ranking planet to see time g
"If you face me, you will lose in less than a minute. You are too weak, little girl."-!?!?Despite Fy's threatening gaze, she continued as if she had no fear about Fy. "it's true that I have a deep hatred for little boys, but that doesn't mean that I also like insolent little girls either." Although everyone, including herself, knows that her words are on the edge of the border of arrogance, she doesn't care and acts as if she only sees Fy as an insect trying to block her path.But there was not only that, Alvine who watched the slightest action, fluctuation of expression and emotions on her part, roughly guessed what she was really looking for.'Her words, which could be interpreted as the embodiment of arrogance, not only flamed Fy's rage, but even Askald had a crumpled face after hearing her impose herself so wildly.I wonder if she's serious or if it's the other way around. But one thing is certain, she is dangerously smarter than Fy, and that is precisely why this little ignora
After hearing all of Alvine's explanations, Azalea remains silent like a grave.Feeling that she did not intend to deny his hypotheses, Alvine became certain of what he had just poked up."From now on, I don't care about this problem." He adds, always persistent in his tone of vehemence.Azalea's eyes gleamed with surprise when she heard this contradictory sentence come out of Alvine's mouth."What? Is it so surprising? Yea, I don't care if you are unable to go back on your words, especially since it suits me immediately; it is by considering this fact that I can rest assured that you won't betray me in the future. Not to mention that, it’s-"If you know that we can't kill directly, why don't you change your mind?" Azalea cut him off with this question.But instead of answering her, he just gives her a mysterious smile.This made her more confused about Alvine's thoughts."It's clear that we are not going to be more useful to you than others; is it for fear of feeling guilty by throwi
To hear her, any definition of a primitive world is doomed to failure.In fairytales, creatures are born pure and devoid of all wickedness; with pure emotions like gods and white hearts like rock water.But unfortunately, this was not the nature of our existence. Instead of talking about holiness, we were like the embodiment of evil; evil, huh?Speaking about evil, this simple but yet more complex word than saintliness, was the one that defined me perfectly.Recognition, Benevolence, Joy, Fun, Love, Gratitude, Admiration, Hope, Pride, Inspiration, Compassion, Serenity, Curiosity, and so on. All these positive emotions were perverted in other forms of kinds that embody evil.My love was not love for others but for the massacre. I liked to kill, no, I loved taking people's lives. The first time I slew a living entity, it was a strange beast that had no physical shape, but even I, who was unaware of happiness, had felt something that is now described as happiness.In the "hope" of relivi
"..."Satisfied with having finally touched the sensitive chord of the three, Alvine scrapes his throat and explains himself without worrying about their strange expressions, for lack of a better word to describe them."First, she provided information about our forces to the enemies.-Secondly, she allowed a woman, named Nelpheim, to take control over her body and to kidnap Isolet. If she hadn't come to meet me and just sent me a message, none of this would have happened.-Her confrontation with Nelpheim who used the appearance of my monarch here had generated doubt in her mind. This doubt, pampered by the flames of rage, in turn, influenced her decision to come to meet me without question. So far, everything is fine.-But a sin, no, instead of talking about sin, let's say rather her naivety led her to believe that her enemies had tried to deceive her to push her to take me as an enemy. This strategy is not complicated to thwart, you just had to think twice in a row to see that someth
Following Azalea's long-awaited question, Alvine smiles cynically.-HUH!?!?! But just before he expresses himself to answer Azalea’s question, his smile suddenly fades on his lips.His expression turns from doubt to confusion, then into a narcissistic smile.'Ho? As the saying goes, say my name and I appear as the wind.' He murmured with a wild expression while staring at the ceiling with blood-red eyes.At first, the others were a little frustrated to see him stop when they were just beginning to understand the situation and the factors that motivated his decision, but after a few nanoseconds, they had expressions similar to Alvine's."Well, I think we'll have to put this conversation for later." Even if his words seemed nonchalant, his voice was darker than before.In the following second,-BAMM!!Sabrina, still as resplendent as she is fierce and irreproachable, burst into the meeting room while smashing the door.…still being accompanied by Sebasse, her vampire butler."Master, w
[To all the shadow soldiers, join the kingdom of the shadows!!]••••••This order, not only intended for his shadow army but also for recruits such as Sabrina, Sylvia, Linnaella, etc., created a tumult of unease in the minds of all, without exception.The simple fact of seeing him act with such caution was already an unprecedented mystery for them, but to order them to withdraw when a threat hovered over them was even more so.Yet, although his decision seemed to be the most stupid, no one dared to question him.'Well, it seems that the situation is really chaotic. Finally, even if I am against this decision, I cannot bring myself to disobey my lord; it would be contrary to all my duties.' Whether it is Askald who is deprived of an exit,-We exist for the master and by the master. His death is ours and serving him is our reason for living. So I can't disobey him; even if I want it more than anything. - Or from Darka who was always doubtful,...Everyone (the shadow soldiers) hastens
Dressed in white like my enemies, and stinking the darkness with a full nose as if I were looking at myself in the mirror; this man, who presented himself as a COD’s fragment, is more than a low-level threat.The reason I evacuated everyone is not because I was afraid of him, the reason for my silence is in no way related to terror.Only one thing, the familiar presence he imposed on me. I felt it from the first glance; this man, or rather this thing, is not me, nor Isolat; but who?I think it could create a lot of confusion if I explain myself like that.However, I can say that he is not a living being, but a wandering consciousness that has lost its original envelope. He is endowed with a body because he excels in the art of materialization; like me with the darkness, or Isolet with the light.But before we talk about the nature of its power, let's talk about its true nature.At first glance, (he) seems to want to confuse me with his bold and arrogant words. Unfortunately, this is n