Extra's Descent

Chapter 205: Wildflower [2]

It must've be due to the dsity of mana that permeated the air, that the signal was unstable.

After all, phones were powered by mana. Radio waves were a thing of the past, and would never work due to mana influcing it.

Belle immediately realized that as she stared at Amelia's phone.

"Okay, that answers everything."

It did.

The fact that Brandon never replied to her, and the warning the Imperial Army st to Amelia.

"Brandon."

She turned her head and looked at Brandon. His complexions looked better, relieved of her arrival, and the idea of his arm being immediately reattached.

"Go with Amelia. Return to the capital and get yourself treated."

"What about you?"

"I'll meet up with you in the city after we deal with this."

She fixed her atttion back to the fight. Her companions seemed to be successful in suppressing the man.

"Okay, sis."

Belle nodded at Brandon's words and stepped forward.

"Take care of him, Amelia."

"Of course."

"Mhm."

Belle flashed a smile and turned her head. The mana a her suddly gathered. The air grew heavy, thick from the dsity of mana.

Her figure suddly emitted a bright gold glow. Her hair fluttered and gradually changed hue.

From the tip of her hair, up until the crown. Her hair completely turned gold.

Blinking, her eyes glowed a bright gold glow.

[Elemtal Assimilation]

The bright gold aura a her seemed to form a flower.

But as Belle liked to call it…

Wildflower.

Belle kicked the g and bolted from her position, joining the fight.

Scanning, her subordinates sured the man from all sides. Wounds seemed to etch all over his body.

The man's eyes wided as he caught sight of her and oped his mouth.

"Don't you recognize me, Belle Locke?!"

The man seemed to know who she was. But had no idea who he was.

"No, I don't."

She really didn't.

"Haha. You fucking bitch."

The man immediately disappeared. Belle ssed the fluctuation of mana and swung her blade in that direction.

Clang—!

Their blades clashed, and Ivan's lightning magic cut through, piercing the man's shoulder.

"Akh…!"

"Pin him!"

Ivan's voice rang out and everyone prest immediately threw all sorts of magic towards the man.

Narrowing her eyes, Belle glared at the man, and thrusted her blade forward.

Clang—!

But her blade was immediately parried and purple flames suddly lashed out.

Belle swiftly maneuvered, her wind magic increasing her speed as she kicked the air.

The man's attacks were reltless. But Belle evaded and retaliated with precision, the light emitting from her continuing to glow.

Tzz—

Streaks of lightning suddly rippled and the man was hurled sideways. Blinking, Belle could see Ivan, pinning the man down.

Tzz— Tzz— Tzz—

The sizzling sound of lightning rang out. Belle and the rest of her subordinates kicked the g and neared Ivan—who was on top of Lumian.

But it was th.

Voosh—!

Purple flames ignited and Ivan leapt backwards, distancing himself from the man.

Ivan patted his pants, th lifted his arm to inspect his palm. A scorch mark marred the skin.

"Tsk."

Ivan clicked his tongue. But giving the man no time to retaliate, Ivan bolted from his position as lightning rippled all a him.

Belle swung down her blade. Closing her eyes, mana started gathering a the tip.

Slowly, the blade started to glow a bright hollow glow, crawling from the tip, all the way down to the hilt.

The tire sword was coated in a bright glow. The point of the blade suddly extded and Belle oped her eyes.

At that, Belle kicked the g and headed for the man—who was facing off against four mages.

Ivan blinked in front of Lumian.

The man's blade swung down and Ivan dodged. But as soon as he did, another strike headed for him.

But it was th wh Ivan caught the man's blade, blood dripping down his palms. Clching the sword, it began to crack and Ivan gripped the man's throat all of a sudd.

"Now, Geral!"

Belle nodded and her sword thrusted through the man's chest, piercing his heart.

"Kuh…!"

Blood poured down the man's mouth and Belle twisted the blade on his chest.

"Still a bitch—Khh…"

"Quiet."

How was he ev still talking?

Belle narrowed her eyes and glared at the man, her blade sinking deeper.

"You forgot your… old buddy, huh—Khh…"

"You know this man, Geral?"

Ray—who froze the man's leg, capsulating his tire leg in the process, asked.

"No."

Belle shook her head.

"I'm sadded."

But despite the words he said, he was contradicting as his lips pulled to an ominous wide grin. Blood smeared his teeth as it continued pouring down his mouth.

"Don't tell me… you've forg–ott… Lucas Freyd… The man you fu–ckers abandoned."

"...."

A sse of familiarity washed over Belle as her eyes wided.

Lucas Freyd.

The name was familiar.

No, she knew exactly who he was.

It was one of her closest frids, back wh she was studying overseas.

But that didn't make any sse.

Lucas was dead.

And the man in front of her held no resemblance to the Lucas she knew.

But the way he spoke to her had told her the story she didn't know.

He was Lucas.

And he was alive.

She suddly recalled the memories she had wh she wt overseas.

—Hey, you're the transfer studt, right?

—Is your hair real?

—Oh, you have a younger brother back home?

—I don't think he hates you.

—See you tomorrow, Belle.

This.

That.

The experices she had in that country. Lucas was there with her wh she was still quite new.

Her very first frid.

But it was during her last year, wh Lucas suddly disappeared.

They were memories she buried deep in her thoughts.

It was high time she forgot about that place.

She didn't have too many fond memories of the country. It was heavily military focused.

And since Belle had a military backg, the academy seemed unwilling to let her go.

But Belle didn't want to serve a country she wasn't ev born in.

And with the fact that she had received an invitation to attd Astrea, wh Belle decided to go back home, right after graduating, and pursued her studies there.

Th that country…

It was the one trying to invade them.

No, it wasn't a country at all.

It was a whole differt contint.

Milis Contint.

Belle's expressions cracked. She pulled the sword and kicked Lucas down. Lucas fell down and Belle stepped on him.

Lucas.

Her thoughts about him completely changed.

He was the one who severed Brandon's arm.

And an arm…

Slash—!

For an arm.

"Gahhh!"

But that wasn't ough.

He had to die.

Slash—!

"Kuhhh!"

Another arm. Blood splattered in the air and smeared Belle's cheek.

"Disgusting."

She muttered, glaring at Lucas.

But it was th wh Lucas suddly screamed.

"You have my full permission, Lord Ezekiel!"