Chapter 509 - Revolve (1/2)

Leonel's sharp intake of breath slowly calmed, his emotions sitting on a cloud high above. He didn't believe that there could be a greater happiness in the world. It wasn't just about the feeling itself, but rather about the fact the woman he liked so much had been by his side during it.

”… You didn't have to do that.”

Leonel's voice carried and edgy gruff to it. Maybe it would still take him a while longer to recover completely.

”No, I didn't have to.” Aina said with a sweet smile. ”I wanted to.”

Leonel smiled beside himself.

”Looks like we need another bath.” Leonel said playfully before hoisting Aina up again.

She giggled lightly, letting Leonel do as he pleased.

…

While the couple were in their own little world, they had no idea about the goings-on outside.

Though the Segmented Cube had been left right in the middle of a battlefield, no one dared to disturb it. Was that a joke? With how wrathful Leonel had been despite the fact no one had actually laid a finger on Aina, how would he react if they tried to interfere in his matters now?

By now, though, the battlefield had been cleared and the dead had been dumped in a pile to be burned. Or, rather, Arthur had tried to do this, only to realize there was no chance of burning the corpses of Fourth Dimensional entities with normal flames.

Without a choice, he had to call upon one of Camelot's Three Star Magi to do the job. The last thing they could afford now was some sort of diseased outbreak. Arthur didn't know if the Fourth Dimension still had plagues, but what he did know was that if they did, they would be far beyond what a disease of the Third Dimension could compare to. There was no need to take such a risk.

It was during these moments that the others finally learned of what happened at the Demon Empire.

”… He did what?”

King Arthur stood in a daze, looking toward Crakos as though he was examining a mentally ill patient. He wasn't very fond of Demons to begin with, so he was hesitant to believe their words in any situation, let alone this one.

Crakos looked down toward Arthur, his gaze indifferent and his demeanor carrying the very same scholarly air. He didn't understand the rhetorical question culture of humans. In fact, he didn't understand their sarcasm either.

He knew well that Arthur had already heard what he said, so there was absolutely no need for him to repeat himself.

”Stop.” Mordred put out a hand, stopping the situation from reaching a point of escalation. ”Is what you said true, Crakos?”

Crakos nodded seriously. ”Yes, Your Majesty. He helped us to eradicate the entire army. The ones we tried to capture killed themselves, so now there's no one left. There should only be the normal citizens of White City left. Before he left, Leonel suggested that we mobilize an army to capture it.”

”Capture White City?” Mordred fell into her thoughts.