While Nowa's out there fighting, Fio's on his own little adventure...?
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Fio ran, leaving Nowa against Leina. He was stumped: just where could the Sword be?
Ever since he had arrived, the feelings from the sword had grown exponentially. They were so strong, in fact, he couldn’t tell where they came from anymore.
His body, sharing senses with the Sword, could feel the comfort the weapon was enveloped in. It was transmitting a peace of mind like it was being embraced by a beautiful woman, or relieved in a mother’s chest. The reaction was strong and huge.
Rumors say, Princess Menace had a glamorous body. Maybe it was caught in her breasts, or it was shining on top of her chest.
[If that’s the case…]
“I’m heading over there.”
He turned to run towards the pyramid shaped palace rising in the center of the city, the hem of his skirt fluttering.
With no resistance at all, Fio entered the palace. Either the residents were sleeping, or they were engrossed by the fight between Nowa and Leina. It was also fortunate that neither the cautious Devil Setra nor Nubia had shown up.
“Now…”
Fio looked up at the stairs to the entrance of the palace.
“Running up these will be tough.”
[Isn’t there any shortcut?]
He looked around, and saw a small entrance beside the stairs.
[Alright!]
Readying himself, he passed through the side gate…
“Oh?”
By the time he noticed there was no floor inside, it was too late; the passage he thought was a shortcut led down to the basement via a steep slope!
“Uhyoo~~~~~!!”
The scream escaped his throat as he slid down to the basement at breakneck speed.
***
Unaware of the uproar that was happening right at her doorstep, Menace yawned in boredom.
“She’s late, isn’t she?”
However much she waited, the people she expected didn’t seem to be coming.
The singer had also stopped singing, and the dinner she had eaten with great relish had long since settled in her stomach.
It appeared she wouldn’t be able to go to sleep while hearing the musician sing tonight.
And yet…
“This is nowhere near satisfying.”
Menace stood up and walked out of the balcony, Sitaara following her like a butler.
“Good things do come to those who wait. It is almost daybreak, how about retiring for the day?”
‘The night wind is poisonous for the body’, he added.
“A little poison is good for the body… or so I hear.”
She whispered, looking at the starry sky from the balcony. The sky never changed, no matter what era it was.
[Then, let’s create a country that matches the star’s glows on this earth. A country that won’t be destroyed this time.]
Menace closed her eyes, dreaming of the country she should rightly govern.
***
“Owowowow…”
Fio rubbed his waist, and slowly looked around.
[How far did I slip down?]
In the dim room, he could see a vague, pallid glow.
“A spirit orb…? No, that can’t be...”
Remembering the Sheldan underground, he couldn’t suppress a frown.
[For a basement, it’s a very large space.]
Statues made of the same metal as Devil Setra lined half of the circular wall.
“They aren’t going to start moving… are they?”
None of the statues had anything above the neck.
[They’re probably spare bodies.]
“With so many spares, there’s no point in trying to defeat him…”
He smiled, and looked at the other side.
“Whoa…”
His surprise was justified: the other wall was lined with statues of glamorous women in sexy costumes. The outfits were extremely small, with much of the cloth on top made of transparent materials.
“You'd need some courage to wear that.”
“What do ya mean? Don’t you wear somethin’ similar?”
A man’s voice unexpectedly sounded through the basement!
[I got spotted!]
Fio stood up right away and looked all over the place. Oddly enough, he found no traces of the mysterious voice.
“Right, Saria?”
Realizing the voice was coming from above, he looked - and was left flabbergasted.
Before him was the severed head of Devil Setra, fixed to claws extending from the ceiling.
“Who's Saria?”
Fio cautiously replied. On closer inspection, under the severed head there was a pole meant for grabbing - like a scepter - right where a normal human would have their backbone. This was the true form of the Living Scepter Setra.
“You are, ain’t you? I just knew it…”
“My name's Fio. Didn’t I tell you already?”
The singer introduced himself once again, while keeping a close eye on Devil Setra.
[He’s someone who defeated Leina in a single blow. If I don’t tread carefully, this will be over in an instant.]
“You did, yes, guess it’s just an accidental resemblance after all.”
“Am I that similar to them?”
“Well, it's to the point where I don’t think I want to let ya meet Milady, at least not now.”
“Why?”
“It’s a long story…”
Setra started talking, very much despite himself. About his memories of the fall of the Amara dynasty, that once had reigned supreme in the Continent.
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