While Leonidas and his gang were trying to find the right way to do their strategies, other people were more direct than them.That was the case for the members of the order.Like last time, they were all present in the same meeting room, without being so.Except for their holograms, their physical bodies were separated by planetaries distances and stars.But unlike previous meetings, Azalea was with them; for the first time."Is that your decision?" Middle finger asks with an anchored face that could not be masked by his hologram."Yes, these people have never seen us and will never see us as their allies, but rather as cannon balls that have no other use than to be sacrificed to gain advantages over their enemies."The voice of the person in question is none other than Azalea.Since she had abandoned her castle, she had no other way to join the meeting than by borrowing Thumb's transmission mirror.The latter was also standing behind her, but still dressed in her white mask which ha
It was supposed to be a morning like any other; my lord is always nailed in the throne room, and Elena takes care of the distribution of weapons and artifacts created by Heepha and his assistants.Greed and Feyre take care of perfecting our magical defenses by studying the origins of ancient runes.As for me, well, as always, I took care of all the other paperwork and monitored the surroundings of the planet, to avoid any attackers taking advantage of the Lord's absence to take us in.Supposedly duty, Fy perfectly enjoyed his sadistic hobby that is supposed to be training.As I had just said, these stains, now become our daily life, made me think that everything would go as usual.This impression was nothing more than an assumption. And regardless of my assumptions, the discomfort I feel at the current time told me quite the opposite.This discomfort is none other than calm."It's suspicious," I whispered while looking at the dancing stars in the form of shooting stars in the night sk
Despite Alvine's advertisement, Askald still seems indifferent.All he could see was the smile of a 'harmless' young man who was trying to threaten him with his smile.Unlike other times, instead of feeling chills, he found it even funnier than Alvine's pretender attempts. 'Tsk! Cursed Firefly Goddess; she had me on this one. But the good news is that I was able to regain 80% of my powers of yesteryear; it remains to be seen whether my new skills, so far inaccessible, will serve me a few things.' He said to himself while looking at his hand that lit up with a white aura that was no less weak than Isolet's.Askald and Shadow frown when they see Alvine manifest a white aura. The color of the aura was not the real problem, but its meaning.Ignoring their frantic heartbeats, he continues in his daydreaming. 'Finally, the good news with this body is, as I had planned, allows me to interact more familiarly with my subordinates. On the other hand, by forgetting this slight problem with my a
Before he sorted with his thoughts, -Swoosh!!The silhouette of a humanoid dragon golem zooms towards him at lightning speed and with claws impregnated by the black flames of gehenne.On the other hand, Alvine also retaliates, but on the defensive.When the dragon, with an appearance similar to that of Alvinos's human shape, swings his flame claws toward his throat, Alvine stops him by his hand and sends him to waltz among the golem troops.At the same time, one of Elena's golems appears behind him and hammers his back with her Valkyrian force.-B00M!The latter had a sneaky smile when she felt the physical contact between her fist and Alvine's body.But in the same second, her smile threatened to collapse when she heard Alvine's voice in the white smoke. "You only own fifty percent of Elena's brute force; that's not how you can inflict damage on me." In the white mist that manifested itself following the disturbance of the surrounding air and under the influence of the striker's pu
---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