Dimensional Descent

Sceio was the very same Nova Auran and Xavnik had spoken about during their earlier conversations. He had gotten into the Stalwart Polearm Party a step later than First Nova, leaving him fighting for its scraps. But, despite his supposedly desperate situation, one definitely couldn't tell by his demeanor that anything was wrong.

His robes were in disorder, his hair was messy, but he still looked well rested and sharp. If anything, he was just too lazy to groom himself any better than he already had.

Vega's eyes narrowed, looking back toward Sceio with a sharp look.

"Ai, don't look at me like that, I scare easily."

"Are you interfering with my business? Have you forgotten the lesson I taught you last time?"

Vega's gaze turned dangerous, her hair rippling about. She had already wasted several days here and she was close to getting what she wanted. But now it felt like someone was snatching food she was just about to bite down on away.

Sceio sighed and shook his head.

"These are simply the lumps a romantic like me must take in pursuing love. I dared to bare my heart and I suffered for it. As a man, I can only respect your decision and move on, but why must you dig up my scars like so?"

Vega lost her patience, suddenly striking out with a palm. Sceio didn't have a chance at all to dodge, facing the full brunt of it crashing into his chest.

CLANG!

"Oof…" Sceio stumbled several steps backward, coughing.

Bronze Runes flickered across his body. It was clear that while he had been slow to react in action, his Runes still activated on instinct.

Sceio beat a fist against his chest, wheezing a bit.

"Good hit. Definitely solid. Eight out of ten."

a thumb, giving Vega a sign for

than Sceio. The trouble was that Sceio was a bit…

Vega's faction, and yet still somehow had the audacity to chase after Vega herself.

The trouble was… this time it did. In fact, it could be said that about

managed to woo two of her seven Valkyries. And they also happened to be two of the three or four most likely to succeed her. When they found out that they had both been with the same man,

deal with this matter once and for all, but then this bastard actually

again,

Third Queen Beauty, I still have

with disgust. Knowing Sceio, it would be a miracle if Leonel was left with his underpants after all of this

and began to walk away without

in the Void Palace was no killing. Even if she beat

eyes practically glued to Vega's swaying bottom as she

water, even her palm felt good. I really need

furrowed listening to Sceio's vulgarity. She suddenly wasn't very certain if this was a good

he saw Aina's face. He had already known that this sister-in-law of his was beautiful, but to think she really lost out to the likes of Vega in no way. Tsk, Littlest Nova

only made Aina's frown deepen. If not for the fact Sceio had already become her last hope, she would

act like this. I'm greedy and lustful, but I never

for Littlest Nova's treatment. But the interest… Well, let's just say that the interest

both devilishly handsome and

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deeper than many knew or were even willing to think about. Most assumed that the Void Senate would soon find out what happened and report these matters. But, the

Tower was still open, functioning as

was maybe even more shocking was that the Void Elders themselves were

stood in the air, unbeknownst to anyone, cloaked

sense

"Yes… This Dream Force…"