Once again, the smell of burning iron wafted through the streets. The smell of iron and steel joining and rubbing against each other.

　The moment the battle axe and the silver sword came into contact, Kalia quickly flipped her wrist and slid the battle axe over the blade, laying the silver sword aside and letting it slide away. The iron gave a strange scream, and sparks overlapped and scattered.

　Even though the weight of the blow had been pushed outward, there was still a numbness that oozed from her fingertips. Kalia involuntarily tightened her small lips. She didn't know what the feeling was that came up in her chest at that moment.

　Then, with her wrist flipped back, she took a half stance and sucked the battle axe into the ground as it swung to smash her. As if forcibly creating a path for the force to follow its own guidance.

　--At that moment, a roar that seemed to make even the wind twist echoed through the streets.

　Vestalinu, the Iron and Steel Princess. As I recall, that was the name of the woman's battle axe, and it gouged through the ground. The stone slabs on the roadway peeled away, exposing the earth's interior as it danced through the air. The pebbles that flew freely in the air brushed Kalia's cheek with great force.

　I see, she is no ordinary power. It seems that the stern title of "Steel Princess" is not a coincidence. With this kind of physical strength, it would not be surprising if she could become the city's greatest warrior. She also has the skill to control a battle axe at will. It was enough to say that she was an outstanding person.

　But," Kalia said, her silver eyes flickering.

　But the demon monkeys of the aerial city of Ghazalia went even further than that. Even now, my arm remembers. I remember that numbness, that fearful shiver that covered my spine. I've tasted a strength so strong that the strength of human flesh is no longer a problem.

　Then there's nothing to worry about. As long as it's like this. If it's a hardship you've already overcome, there's no way you're going to sob and fall to your knees.

　With her silver long sword at her side, Kalia turned her wrist and thrust her blade at Vestalinu. Vestalinu was now just prey with no way to swing the battleaxe and defend herself. Kalia will not give him the time to wield the battle-axe once more.

　For the enemy is a hero. A man worthy of defeat, a man to be respected. Therefore, he should not be humiliated in the name of contempt. To let her off the hook here would be to trample on her spirit.

　I'll crack her skull open right here. Let her keep her pride and give her a heavenly tune. That is the etiquette of a warrior. Kalia's silver eyes narrowed. And just like that, the tip of her silver sword pointed to the sky.

　The long sword falls on Vestalinu's skull, smelling as foul as a decapitation.

　--A splash of blood, mixed with a cloud of dust, swayed in the wind and flew through the air.

　A little dust in the lord's house.

　I'm not sure what to make of this. Rather, it could be described as a house arrest facility. As he sat down on the bed provided, Fialaat couldn't help but blink his dark eyes and let out a sigh. The quality of the bed itself was not that bad.

　When he glanced at the door, he saw a soldier with a strangely neat figure standing guard. Perhaps if Fialaert showed even the slightest sign of going outside, he would immediately call for backup.

　If so, he looked towards the window, but it was located at the top of the room, out of reach of Fialaat. It would be possible to reach it with magic, but it would be impossible to do so without the guards noticing.

　It's annoying. To be honest, the situation was a bit surprising to Fialaat. Certainly, he had expected the skepticism of his lord Mordor-Gorn, and he had also expected to be separated from Caria.

　However, I had never expected that I would be under such close surveillance. He couldn't understand why he should be subjected to such measures. Either Mordor is a coward, or he's just a man with skepticism drilled into his bones.

　Fialat's dark eyes flickered slightly. But that doesn't mean you can't choose to stay here and wait for help. It's out of the question.

　Eventually, Lugis will come here. She'll sneak in, looking like she deserves it. Or maybe he'll just come in through the front door. Whatever form he takes, if he is cornered in the city, there is no doubt that he will eventually arrive here.

　Fialat was beginning to understand that Lugis had a unique thought process. The more he was trapped, the more his thoughts were like gears spewing fire.

　To put it another way, his thoughts would tilt to what those around him would consider extreme. Oh yes, it's like a balance. Until the last moment, no matter what is put on the plate in both hands, the balance is maintained. Even if it's vindictive pain, even if it's fire that sears your guts.

　But at the end of the day. Fialat doesn't know exactly what the trigger will be. But when it does come, the balance of Lugis will be so shaken that the thread of support will be shaken loose.

　This began with the events in the underground temple, and has remained the nature of Lugis to this day.

　However, when asked if this is a good thing, Fialaat has trouble deciding and has to frown. It is true that we have been saved by the nature of Lugis. But that extreme swing of thought. That's a train of thought that, with one mistake, could send you to the bottom of the earth. Yes, that's all I see, it's like Lugis is...

　No," said Fialat, his eyebrows twisting and quickly brushing the thought away. It's a thought that I've had many times before, and each time I've reburied it in the bottom of my skull. And so, it must be a pointless thought to even think about.



　It's ridiculous. Thought and learning are supreme silken threads, but they are useless if they get tangled up by themselves. The important thing is to weave it well.

　If the nature of Lugis works this time... No doubt, he will end up in this manor. Because his goal is to bring down Belle Fain. That's why he'll be here. Fialaert's eyes relax as her cheeks fall. Her dark hair swept through the air.

　Then I should be prepared for that. There's no time to stand around here. Fialaat stood up from her perch on the bed and blinked her eyelashes. Then he twirled his thin fingers.

　Yes, I'm sure I can do it now. The magic that Lugis once desired. How disappointed he must have been when he found out he couldn't use it. And how I cursed myself for my own pettiness.

　Since then, he had continued his research, even shaving off time from his sleep. I'm sure he'll be very happy when he finds out that I can use it now. Just thinking about it raises my eyebrows. Ah, that was the miraculous magic he spoke of at some point.

　--Thought-provoking magic. It's the kind of sorcery that uses the scent of elegant flowers to steal a person's consciousness.

　A slight scent of fragrant flowers began to waft from the tips of Fialaert's fingers as he lightly twirled them.