Vortigan's gaze settled on Madame Rose, his expression unreadable. "So… even you have thrown in with that sissy? I have to admit, I'm surprised. Given your history with him, I thought you'd be the last to take his side."
Madame Rose scoffed while brushing a hand over her long, feathered jacket, a rare treasure from a distant paradise world. "Hmph. Don't be ridiculous. I have no interest in that brat, the one who still reeks of his mother's milk. I simply have my own reasons for being here. That's all." With a swift motion, she shrugged off the elegant jacket, letting it fall behind her.
Vortigan sighed while shaking his head. "So it's come to this, then… What a shame." He raised his blade, pointing it toward an empty stretch of air. "And are you planning to keep hiding, Pax?"
A slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the battlefield as Pax shimmered into view, his presence distorting the space around him. His grin was wide, his black eyes gleaming with amusement.
