Chapter 89
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There was a great tremor on the quiet street. Two men stood in the center, and their gaze went straight to Asrahan. The building didn't collapse, and there were no human casualties thanks to the swift barrier created by the Night mages, but it was evident that if they had been slightly late, the entire city would have been shaken.
"I knew it was madness, but no matter how much..."
Gerard gritted his teeth, unwilling to believe the situation. He knew that his lord had lost his lover and looked away, but the scale on which he was working was too grand. The holy city of Deauville was a city under the care of the Pope. To fight in a place known as the heart of Alteon was an act of rebellion against the temple.
Among the opponents were Asrahan, Mikhail Dohabellion, a few high priests of Alteon, and the next Pope. Fighting the next Pope in the Holy City was not blasphemy. Losing was one problem, and winning was another.
Gerard watched the battle between Asrahan and Doha with mixed feelings.
"He's a monstrous duke, quite good," Doha smiled calmly and whispered into Asrahan's ear, avoiding the sword's trajectory.
It was he who purposely spoke of monsters, but for a moment, the blade tilted at an incredible speed.
Cling!
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There was a great tremor on the quiet street. Two men stood in the center, and their gaze went straight to Asrahan. The building didn't collapse, and there were no human casualties thanks to the swift barrier created by the Night mages, but it was evident that if they had been slightly late, the entire city would have been shaken.
"I knew it was madness, but no matter how much..."
Gerard gritted his teeth, unwilling to believe the situation. He knew that his lord had lost his lover and looked away, but the scale on which he was working was too grand. The holy city of Deauville was a city under the care of the Pope. To fight in a place known as the heart of Alteon was an act of rebellion against the temple.
Among the opponents were Asrahan, Mikhail Dohabellion, a few high priests of Alteon, and the next Pope. Fighting the next Pope in the Holy City was not blasphemy. Losing was one problem, and winning was another.
Gerard watched the battle between Asrahan and Doha with mixed feelings.
"He's a monstrous duke, quite good," Doha smiled calmly and whispered into Asrahan's ear, avoiding the sword's trajectory.
It was he who purposely spoke of monsters, but for a moment, the blade tilted at an incredible speed.
Cling!
There was a great tremor on the quiet street. Two men stood in the center, and their gaze went straight to Asrahan. The building didn't collapse, and there were no human casualties thanks to the swift barrier created by the Night mages, but it was evident that if they had been slightly late, the entire city would have been shaken."I knew it was madness, but no matter how much..."Gerard gritted his teeth, unwilling to believe the situation. He knew that his lord had lost his lover and looked away, but the scale on which he was working was too grand. The holy city of Deauville was a city under the care of the Pope. To fight in a place known as the heart of Alteon was an act of rebellion against the temple.Among the opponents were Asrahan, Mikhail Dohabellion, a few high priests of Alteon, and the next Pope. Fighting the next Pope in the Holy City was not blasphemy. Losing was one problem, and winning was another.Gerard watched the battle between Asrahan and Doha with mixed feelings."He's a monstrous duke, quite good," Doha smiled calmly and whispered into Asrahan's ear, avoiding the sword's trajectory.It was he who purposely spoke of monsters, but for a moment, the blade tilted at an incredible speed.Cling!
