King's 2nd General Room for Assembly is used only by both royals and heroes with exceptional experience and efficiency; This is where they discuss important matters that couldn't be handled by the top of the hierarchy from various guilds. Most of the missions they receive is not limited to slaying legendary monsters; They are tasked with the most obvious thing to do but with utmost secrecy—deploy troops, share information, manage finance, and secure the stability of the kingdom.

"I truly apologize to summon you all on behalf of His Majesty's orders late at night. Also, I'm here to relay Her Majesty's thoughts as well."

Prince Ernest apologized and bowed. The Great Heroes in front of him took it as usual with blank expressions. They've known the Prince for so long that he's bound to apologize for every little mistake. Prince Ernest rose his head and cleared his throat—he continued the meeting.

"First Great Hero, the old magic devourer, Celfeith Leichner. Thanks to your efforts, a legion of newly summoned heroes from various allied countries are under our rule temporarily."

As soon as Prince Ernest stopped gazing at him, Celfeith got to thinking. Even if we released our ties with the Holy Vecherienne Empire, we still hold 65% percent of the empire's power. In short, the rest of the empire will seek help from us again. That results in us being the new authority. Is that why the Majesty made that announcement?

As soon as Celfeith recalled the announcement, "I can't wait to train the hell out of those cocky brats!" he couldn't hesitate to let out; This only meant one thing—to convert Gevanni and Izuna and become part of Evanslei's army.

It can be seen clearly on Weibrecht's face that "Celfeith is always like this" type of expression. He smiled for a bit and shifted the balance of his body into his left foot.

The rest waited eagerly for Prince Ernest to continue the meeting again. They all expect the same thing—how to interrogate the demons and extract how they use their magic from another world.

"Second Great Hero, the Ice Dragon wielder, Weibrecht Orusviel. Her Majesty wants you to plan a one-year worth trial specifically for Apo— newly summoned hero, Theo Ambrosia, or being called Gevanni by his partner and master, Izuna Estella".

Weibrecht slowly tapped his chest. "As cold as ice, no matter how far I dive, my heart will never waver."

The density of the room changed. Weibrecht shifted from his casual personality into his original. He stared like throwing daggers at Prince Ernest. "Hunting Demons had been the greatest tradition amongst our generations. However, tormenting them far exceeds my imagination."

Prince Ernest adjusted his collar. "The methods don't have to be graphic since we'll let the enemies do that for us."

"You can be scary sometimes, My Prince," Weibrecht commented.

"Third Great Hero, the eyes of magic canceller, Horim Asphye; His majesty himself wishes you to see him early in the morning to talk about your rewards."

Horim jumped out of joy.

"Fight! Fun! Fight! Fun! That's all I need!"

No one dared to question Horim's behavior. It was merely a devotion to her desires. They all acknowledged it since they all felt the same at some point.

"I really really really can't wait to fight those two half-demons someday!"

Horim unconsciously imagined her fight with Gevanni and Izuna while grinding her teeth as she dismantled every faint magic she let out of excitement—exposing a hint of her ruthless behavior.

"Lastly, the fourth great hero, the impenetrable fortress, Princess Marielle Edelweiss, Our Majesty applauds your efforts in scouting all of the magic anomalies safely. Not only that, you managed to give the anomalies' precise location along with clues on how to get inside." Prince Ernest looks pleased.

"For the sake of our kingdom, I offer my blood til my body no longer protects it." Princess Marielle saluted.

The twilight basked its reflection to the eyes of the Evanslei kingdom. A time where most dangerous acts in the nation often begin. But these only fueled the warmongers and sadistic murderers' sense of justice that lies deep inside the royal guards. The security around the palace became dense and strict. They thoroughly beat up those who enter the territory without confirmation of its identity. The screams of those who were arrested are always a lullaby to the citizens; They all knew that they were safe, and someone protects them in their weakest state—sleeping.

"This mission is only available to Tears of God Plate. In other words, restricted to four great heroes only."

Unbeknownst to anyone, a shadow emerges through the darkest corners. Every move it took is complete silence, and its breathing concealed its location.

Remote surveillance skill is sure is handy, huh? The stalker thought.

Beside him is a giant floating mirror depicting real-time events inside the room: Specificilly, Prince Ernest's assembly.

Tears of God's Plate. It is at the top of the hierarchy among adventurers, hunters and heroes alike. It is made from solidified mineral from one true God's tears as a reward for participating at the last stage of the magic war.

Magic sigils around the prowler formed slowly.

"Greater stealth and evasion. Hostile Magic detection. Trinity magic spell: Nature of assassin."

The prowler casted with careful preparation.

The user who wore those plates gains a passive shield that prevented them from direct instant death skills. Since this is a valuable item, the users have to hide or alter its shape as a countermeasure.

"This kind of preparation is easy for the likes of them."

The prowler understood the difference between his level and each other in that room. Despite that, he still carried this mission with no hints of turning back.

The magic devourer, Celfeith Leichner, made it into an earring; This made any attempted theft difficult since it's close to his mouth—because he literally can eat any form of magic. The prowler thought as he tightened his gloves. He then wiped the stain from his thigh. The vials strapped on his belt are empty. He is out of mana potions, and this indicates that this will be a suicide mission—a common knowledge known by everyone—do not ever engage in a fight without mana.

Four magic skills plus double boosts at once really do a great toll on my body. If I could advance my class to Soul Reaper, this would be nothing. The prowler added.

Not only that, but he's also a tough man who took 15 direct cannonballs and withstood it, excelling at martial arts, and belongs to barbarians. The prowler recalled his memories of encountering Celfeith from a distance.

"If you were to ask me if I could get near him… It's out of the question." The prowler asked himself. He knew that this is absurd to take all the great heroes at once. At any moment, he's ready to flee, but he chose not to.

"As usual, I hate that princess. Women like her tend to disguise their most terrifying secrets." The prowler twitched his eyebrows out of disgust. However, he still looked intently to her body—carefully analyzing where the plate is.

"Despite traveling around the world to fulfill Her Majesty's wishes, little is known about her. Except her impenetrable shield and overpowered counter. I suppose she hides the plate under her armor."

The prowler imagined how Princess Marielle looked like without her chunky, fully plated armor.

"Well then, I wonder if I could get a taste of her body."

 

[Part I]

 

All of the Great Heroes noticed the prowler's presence—his murderous intent—in which no being could mask. They pretended as if he was not there.

"How long did they watch us?" Prince Ernest asked since his abilities were not as impressive as the great heroes.

At that moment, Weibrecht positioned himself, grasped his arm, and opened his palm. "Trinity anti-magic skill, Hands of the Forsaken!!!"

Lightning streaks flashed through the widened eyes of Prince Ernest. He didn't know it was cast with inhuman speeds.

Through the starless night of Evanslei Kingdom, a dangerous chase awakens all of its citizens.

With the skill's rash nature, it blazed throughout the roofs, completely destroying anything on its path. It emits an irregular sound that keeps on squirming.

Running at high speeds, moving at zigzags, the prowler evaded some of the hands.

The prowler used everything he can grab in his path. He then threw it to the hands.

One of the hands attacked from the above. It missed. It hit the flays laid at the rooftops.

Smoke envelops at that place. The prowler used this chance to jump from bridges to bridges, leading the hands to destroy them instead.

The prowler threw all of his knives to slow down the skill. It is still continually locking into its prey.

"Shit!" The prowler shouted with all of his might as he ran away for his life.

The moment he looked behind him, the skill changed its form. Series of ghost-like hands are now chasing him.

The skill is like a hungry beast with an unquenchable thirst for blood. It kept passing through physical objects and kept on attacking from the prowler's blind spot—the ground.

The old clock tower's bells ringed.

The prowler stopped his dash and rotated his body. "Boost!" He temporarily goes above the limits of his body.

The prowler slid through the chimney of the old clock tower. The hands merged, swirled, and increased its speed.

The prowler's movements became more tricky. He jumped from steel beams to another.

A hand in front of the prowler came out of nowhere. He quickly removed his cloak.

The Hands missed. The prowler slid through the smallest gaps of the old clock tower.

Hands of the forsaken barely touch the prowlers head. Part of his hair was dissolved.

"What's with that thing!? I already cast the best of the best of my skills!" The prowler jumped and managed to evade the last hand.

The prowler managed to run away from the palace to the old clock tower.

All of the hands that were missed, they gathered in that area and formed into gigantic size.

With a sigh of relief, the prowler overlooked that a hand was above him the whole time.

It completely devoured him.

Red smoke burst through every opening of the old clock tower.

The windows shattered. Each of every shard reflected the moonlight showing no mercy to the forsaken. The prowler was dragged around as if he was a ragdoll.

"Asphye, your job!" Weibrecht shouted as he let go of the prowler mid-air.

"Don't tell me what needs to be done!" Horim exclaimed in the heated moment.

The prowler tried to resist, but the invisible shackles became more potent over time.

"It wasn't me who did it! You must be mistaken!" The prowler flailed as much as he could until Horim cast another spell.

"I'm just ordered by—" Before the prowler could finish, he lost his vocal cords, and his vision started to become blurry until he became unconscious.

Weibrecht sighed. He then faced Horim as if she made a mistake. "How many times do I need to remind you to state your spells. It's rude to us, you know. How can we strategize and combo our attacks then?"

Horim scratched her head, "umm… I still don't know what to call my unique skill". And waved her hands, "Tee-hee~"

Prince Ernest applauded. "Amazing! This is the first time I've witnessed your powers in person."

Horim dismantled her magic, and the prowler was dropped onto the floor.

Celfeith kneeled, "No need to celebrate, young Ernest." Celfeith checked the prowler's hand, "Soul Transfer, huh? I can't eat something that doesn't exist."

Horim cast visible spells and analyzed the prowler as well. She looked at every part of his body and followed where the traces of magic is mostly used.

"Traces of magic detected. Greater stealth and evasion, Nature of assassin, and remote surveillance. Amazing, a Greater call spell with a pre-recording system!"

The side effect of Horim's magic appeared—the prowler's hands and feet swole. The most visible part where the prowler mainly used his magic.

"So, did he apply some traps, Asphye? I'll eat them." Celfeith asked as he stood.

"I can't sense any. If possible, this guy intends to take all of us at the same time while making it seem that he's here for this information… Specifically, leaking out this meeting." Horim explained.

"If that's the case, someone is trying to reduce our forces before the war…" Celfeith assumed.

"Does anyone hear that?" Weibrecht asked.

"What's with this ticking noise? A magic of yours, Horim?" Prince Ernest wondered.

Horim and Celfeith couldn't hear any ticking noise. Despite that, they both tried immensely to assume its source.

The prowler's body slowly becomes bloated.

"Shield type-2, Shield of Millenia!!!" As soon as Princess Marielle shouted, her shield appeared out of nowhere.

Series of explosions blasted and continued as if there were no signs of it stopping. Surprisingly, it created no sound.

 

[Part II] 

 

“Everyone are you fine!?” The impact of the waves from the explosion scorched around its vicinity caused Bancroft to quiver.

“Bancroft!?” Everyone was in awe as to what and why Bancroft is here at this moment. 

This situation is probably reasonable as Bancroft’s duty is to protect the library and navigate and destroy anything that would harm it. To everyone’s knowledge in that room, Bancroft is merely a remarkable professor who practiced witchcraft and elven magic in the past—a piece that even the Majesty would never sacrifice.

“I’ve come to check what happened. It turns out there's nothing for me to worry about.” 

Despite his feminine and petite body, he managed to fight on equal terms with Prince Arkzell with his full armor and legendary lance. No mage has ever won a fight against a berserker in history.   

“Bancroft, would you please fix this for us?”Princess Marielle pleaded. 

“What are you saying, Princess Marielle!? It’s obvious I’ll do it.” Bancroft’s responses were delayed. Some of the heroes thought animosity to him for a moment. Horim casted away her doubts easily. However, Weibrecht clinged to his ideals. He doesn't trust Bancroft. There is no way for this to be simply to say that everything was an unexpected development and the timing is too convenient. As a human who was raised by dragons, he perfectly knows that there are other factors that count when someone is lying and acting fake.

“Creation magic, Stars of Wishes!” 

As the guardian of Evanslei’s Royal Archives, every detail, no matter how small it is, can be reverted into its original form even if it was destroyed in atomic level. This power only works the best inside the Royal Palace. However, if Bancroft uses this outside Evanslei’s Royal Palace boundary and compares this spell to Gamcys’ apparatus, this would be more efficient since it stays for a long time.

“Won’t it be amusing if you can also use that to humans?” 

“I must offer my deepest and humblest apologies, Sir Celfeith. It’ll just remind me what I hated the most.”  

Even the toughest shell that Bancroft preserves can become fragile and be broken so easily when tackling sensitive topics regarding life and death. The doctrines that the witches practiced is something that even legendary beings are unable to decipher to an extent. 

“Ah! I forgot! I’m becoming old. Well, I take it back and don’t hesitate your ass and come to me crying for help anytime!”

A shameful habit that Celfeith tends to repeat over and over again. Unconsciously helping to recollect the most sensitive aspect of life of someone.  As a veteran who participated in numerous wars, this is the only way to cope, a healthy habit that strays away from the true horrors of the battlefield. 

Celfeith left everyone hastily. His giant-like footsteps outside the hallways resonated. 

I see. That is the power of that infamous assassin. In the blink of an eye, she can dispel any debuffs and leaves you near at death’s door. Horim Asphye, you’re terrifying than what I expected. Bancroft thought as he observed the rest of them debating to each other. 

However, Orusviel used isn’t a skill. He changed it to a passive trait. Bancroft recalled as he left the room as well. When he opened the door, it showed the Royal Library instead of the connecting hallways. 

“The timing is too convenient. Even if he has access to any doors within this palace, this causes a lot of suspicion.” Weibrecht insisted. 

“What are you talking about, Weibrecht!? He already converted into our ally. He’s no longer affiliated with the witches. After all, they don’t exist anymore. Especially their home country!” Princess Marielle abruptly said. 

“No, it’s impossible, Weibrecht. As magic casters, we are only limited to one magic series. Remember, some magic used by elves has similarities that the witches use.” Horim debated. 

“So, this mastermind is capable of remote high-explosive spells and transferring human souls to one another?” Princess Marielle asked. 

“A human bomb, huh? That’s revolutionary. But for Bancroft being the suspect…” Prince Ernest abruptly said. 

“Maybe they are working together… A duo.” Horim assumed. 

“This person is far more formidable than what we encounter these times.” Celfeith remarked. 

Royal guards barraged the room and quickly cuffed and recovered the prowler.  

All of the Great Heroes waited until everyone was situated. 

“Someone dared to engage in a war in a recovering state… If things don’t improve, we must fight both the Holy Vecherienne Empire and the Demon Faction.” Princess Marielle hypothesized.

“I just finished adding 30 times more barrier than usual.” Weibrecht gasped as he slowly sat into the ground. 

“Let’s gather our thoughts first and resume our meeting. We’ll talk about this incident afterwards.” Prince Ernest commanded. 

Everyone nodded in unison. 

 

 

 

 

 

[Part III] 

 

We spent the night resting here in Herscheim. No, I mean, Evanslei Kingdom. The similarities are so uncanny that I mistook that this world is a game I used to play. Gevanni reached for the bedsheet's corner and tidied his bed.

Only direct royal descendants and selected nobles can understand our language and converse well. Gevanni recalled as he stroked his hair with his hand.

The scent of the sweet apple lingers in the room as if it was an aphrodisiac—an irresistible opportunity to savor its greatness. Gevanni stood up and took it by the counter.

Even if it's a game, how come I can use my five senses well? Although I've been eating a lot of fruits since I've come here, it seems they either don't serve meat or meat is valuable right now. Gevanni argued another possibility to himself.

Gevanni breathes in deeply. A new day has begun—putting his promise to Izuna into action. He pulled up the curtains. His face full of dread changed as soon as the light pierced his skin. He now opened his eyes. He had been practicing to move around without any aids from his sight ever since he woke up.

It took him for a while to finish the rest of the apples. He had been continuously thinking, "what defines something as human?" He poured a glass of water, and his reflection is still clear and human.

Should I perceive this world as another reality or a game? Gevanni asked himself. The slave collar at Gevanni's neck looked so tight, yet he can move freely.

Screw the majesty and hero stuff… Well, I did accept her offer. So, it's my job to make things interesting, huh? He then laid on the bed with his arms wide open.

Gevanni's tail waggle.

"I want more sleep... How can I sleep properly when I have a tail like this?"

Gevanni took out the grimoire he had been hiding under his pillow. The mysticism of the book kept him staring for long. He's truly in another world and will live there for the rest of his life.

"A world just for my selfless wish…" Gevanni let out a wide grin into his face as he rose from the bed. "I hope she won't get angry at me."

Gevanni immediately rushed into the table and sat. He slammed the book and tore a page.

Before his eyes, the page regenerated. He couldn't believe it. "This grimoire… It can't be destroyed."

The blank page's content that Gevanni tore slowly appeared. His heartbeat is racing. His breathing skipped. A heavy sensation that he couldn't manage easily, unlike before." This is absurd."

"This grimoire… It can't be destroyed" appeared from the page with clear ink. Gevanni gathered his thoughts and recovered his composure.

What if I don't want something to be found out… He then quickly tore another piece from the book. He closed his eyes and didn't think of anything. He focused on the darkness.

Nothing happened.

"I can write using my mind after I took a piece. If I thought of something before taking a piece, it only records the few last words. Approximately 3 seconds." Gevanni assumed.

As soon as someone knocked on the door twice, Gevanni told them, “In a bit.” He quickly hid his grimoire and he opened the door—someone left a pair of nice-looking formal clothing wrapped in a clear plastic. 

At first, Gevanni struggled to put his pants until he learned that it was supposed to wear in reverse—the buttons should be locked at his back. He then wore a special black undergarment with golden lines that emphasizes his neck. As soon as he put his white suit on, he opened the door and unconsciously surprised someone—”I-It's a real demon.” The royal guard said as he kept on peeking at Gevanni’s tail. “I’m terribly sorry, I’ll be escorting you towards the King’s first general assembly room.”

"It's time for me to meet the majesty, right? Let's get going."

 

[Part IV] 

As Gevanni and his escort passed, the wide gigantic spiral staircase it reflected the hard work and beauty of the art of the artisans of Evanslei created. An extravagant luxury that shows that Evanslei has enough wealth to spend on such things.

They went through the public's waiting area. The majority of the seats were left unoccupied. The lights coming from the lamp have been left since nighttime. Beautiful red velvet curtains complemented the blacks and golds from the infrastructure. With the curtains designed intricately and covering scenes from the outside, the palace is indeed a piece of majestic art. Gevanni was left speechless every time they both arrive in a new room.

There are no rules, sigils, or whatsoever. Everything is still blank. I need to think about the most bizarre possibility. Gevanni felt as he whipped out his grimoire in the open for a moment.

After all, this is truly a fantasy world.

Gevanni waggles his tail out of curiosity. "That building… It looks like a magic institution. What was its name again? Avant… Advent Mogarellia." He thought out loud.

It would be a waste of time if I learned magic formally and strictly. I'll just let her do it.

Bunch of maids rallied and went into their positions, pulling the curtains from side to side in unison. They then proceeded to work together in cleaning the vast window landscape traditionally.

Gevanni waited for a perfect moment that don't garner any attention to him. That place is starting to get crowdy and royals always walking past to each other. He took a page from his grimoire.

Wandering alone with no knowledge in this unknown world— no matter where I go, the loneliness inside my heart does not fade... Curse you, false God!

He peeked at the paper.

It didn't record, huh? The maximum is 3 seconds and the first word then.

Gevanni folded the paper and swapped it with the napkin from his chest pocket. He then closed the buttons of his suit.

A group of noblemen walked hastily in the same direction as Gevanni. One purposely walked slow and murmured, "filthy red animals."

Gevanni smirks as if he is waiting for this moment and causes a commotion, "If you nobles could rant such words, I hope you are being recognized. Otherwise, it's a shame that a harmless chick badmouths his savior!"

The faces of the rest of the noblemen looked unpleasant—a natural reaction to both rude behavior that one of them displayed to the guest and the demon not silently accepting it.

"Tch!" The noble who insulted Gevanni caught up to his group.

It's no surprise that they will insult Demons. I can already imagine what's going to happen ahead of me. The only way to change that is to stand for yourself and your ideals boldly. After all, we're going to change this world.

"Amazing… As expected of a demon…" The royal guard that was escorting Gevanni was in awe. It seems that most demons are inferior to humans, or the citizens of Evanslei felt that they are too safe that someone is capable of handling demons.

What if I can't use the grimoire because me and the grimoire is a separate being? So, I need to learn skills and agree to the grimoire's terms and conditions, huh? Gevanni purposely thought out loud.

"Excuse me. Just making sure you're not one of those? You seemed a nice guy." The royal guard asked.

"What made you think that?"

"I never heard of a Demon talking things out loud. It's as if you don't belong to the demon's army."

"Of course, no. Are you, foot soldiers always wear like that?"

The royal guard's eyes became teary as he hold Gevanni's hand.

"Did I say something terrible?"

"Someone can finally understand my struggles! I can't even remove a bit of my armor when I pee. Also, I shouldn't remove my whole helmet when I eat. Everything is limited when you're a guard of the royal palace!"

Gevanni let down his hands.

"You guys aren't being abused, don't you? Are your wages, okay?" Gevanni tried to sympathize.

"This is supposed to be a secret but… there's an exclusive underground capital inside this castle. It's created only for upstanding citizens, families of recognized soldiers, nobles, and the like."

This is the information that Gevanni needed the most. As much as possible, collect all useful information in this world before taking any action. He had to stay low.

"Woah~~ That kind of system is pretty complicated." Gevanni pretended to be interested. "Then, I'll do my very best to protect this kingdom and follow your King's wishes!" He tried to put on a cheerful face, but it doesn't fit him.

"It must be nice, being well-known. You live in a private place, experience much better than the outside world and… Bang any girl you like." The royal guard jokingly said.

"That information is precious. Thank you, my friend." Gevanni said as he tapped the royal guard's back.

Of course, it was a lie. I'm sure that the place is rotten. Knowing that it exists, disgusts me. Gevanni thought.

A humongous door welcomed their presence, and it emanates an aura that only those who are important are allowed to be inside; Beside it, the statues of the past four great heroes made Gevanni's escort to halt.

I have no reason to become their hero. If this world is truly in danger, I need a stronger foothold and gather influential comrades. Gevanni thought.

The hallways are as lifeless as Izuna with her gloomy face. This is something she didn't expect—there is something ahead of her that reminds her of home. A power that most humans can't reach—8th sector of magic.

Izuna and her escort came from the west wing. "I hope you had a good morning." Gevanni jokingly said.

"I really can't help it. I'm used to it already." Izuna replied.

Both of their escorts raised their arms high, and the door opened on its own. Izuna's guard followed them at their backs. Gevanni's guard went ahead of them. Gevanni and Izuna walked side by side—chit chatting small talks—teasing each other.

Currently, four great heroes are protecting this kingdom. Also, most of the nobles here seem to hate demons. I assume they fought a war against them. Gevanni thought.

On their sides, it consists of mostly mirrors. Both Gevanni and Izuna's reflections are still clear and can be seen. Gevanni's escort keeps on glancing at the mirror—to make sure he doesn't do any funny movements. After all, inside the other door is where the most influential and powerful people in the country waits.

Or currently at war with them… Gevanni added.

Ahead of them lies where numerous royal guards menacingly stand in parallel to each other; They stood firmly as if they were immovable objects—capable of bringing both of them down.

How can I earn the trust of a hero who has been serving their King for a long time? It's obvious. Fighting alongside in war. Gevanni thought.

"This is the end of it, Gevanni. My name is Gram Romani-Conria. Next time, you can just call me, Grami!" Gevanni's escort said as he went in line with the royal guards.

Gevanni glanced at Izuna, and she knew what it meant—leave everything to him. She nodded.

I don't know if you realized it already—most of my parts merged into you. You're a Demon Lord's incarnate. Izuna whispered teasingly, but Gevanni pretended he didn't bother. He had been mustering his courage to face the King and continue the other half of his deal.

Now then, I'm screwed if the King is your typical corrupt and power-hungry one. Gevanni thought as he carefully sensed the strongest auras inside the door. In his mind, he imagined the people inside as blobs of various sizes. The biggest remained standing firmly in front of the Royal Majesty—in which he was recognized as unusual. It is the four great heroes.

Gevanni's bravado reached its climax as soon as the two royal guard giants took over every part of his senses—telling himself to retreat. There's no way you can turn the odds. Look at how insane their preparation for this moment. I'm sure they're planning to interrogate you further, whether it's subtle or not. You belong to another world. Of course, they will throw a barrage of questions to you. Gevanni debated to himself.

"Welcome to the King's first general assembly room, guests from another world." Both of the giant royal guards said as they slowly opened the door.

"Uwaa~ It looks like they can German Suplex us anytime." Gevanni joked, and Izuna chuckles.

"That's one way not to take this seriously!" Izuna exclaimed.

The royal guards in line tilted their heads, wondered what are they thinking as soon as both Gevanni and Izuna entered the door.

 

The cards have been placed; now, the bets are to be made. Will that result in a benefit or a major loss? With combined great minds and absurdly overpowered skills from the great heroes, can Izuna even aid Gevanni?