Civilization and etiquette are things that co into existence only after the birth of rules and order.
During the years of war, when nothing was certain from one day to the next, moral decay was the norm.
Flandre had her principles and wasn't one to cling, but under the interweaving of various desires, her twisted yearning always made her inexplicably unable to face Kael.
When they had first t, he could be said to be a total stranger to her.
True, she had occasionally paid attention to him in the past, but indeed, she hadn't seen him much since childhood.
She knew he was nad Kael, but he didn't know she was called Flandre.
This was their first encounter as adults.
In the turbulent revelry of that hazy banquet at Lion Heart Castle, the young man's lips curled into almost a provocative smile, as if he was declaring war on the entire Lionheart Family.
At that mont, she believed that even her father could find no fault in him.
This was a lion.
A lion that wanted, dared, and could beco the Lion King.
Though he was still young and his power insufficient, his vision sowhat limited, he already possessed the true heart of a lion.
This is what prompted Flandre, who had always remained behind the scenes and never stepped forward, to actively choose to help him.
She had thought it was due to a fondness by association, a mory of her only cherished friend.
Who would have thought that it wasn't a sentint of bemoaning the inevitable passage of seasons but rather a stunning performance at the mont of looking back, where the lights were waning?
And in this mont, in the dark rest room of the Mage Tower, for various reasons, a lonely heart yearning for shared warmth was pushed close together with his by onlookers called "helpers."
There was no conversation.
She simply sat there quietly while her spiritual power slowly soothed Kael's restlessness and anxiety.
She didn't even notice the smile on her lips.
Who says love at first sight must burst forth like a blazing fire, or that one must shine with brilliance in the other's eyes upon eting?
The romance of adults can also be unseen and unknown, a small fortune where just feeling the warmth is enough.
Finally, realizing she had fallen into an incredibly awkward situation, Flandre gently lifted her own hair.
What on earth was wrong with herself?
Therefore, the witch concealed her thoughts.
She left out those shy, awkward, unspeakable, inappropriate, and unnecessary feelings.
She rembered.
Outside the door, the Bartlett Monarch was still waiting for Kael to awaken.
If the Magic Monarch found out...
Flandre felt faint just envisioning such a scene.
She gritted her teeth and sped up the spiritual cleansing of Kael, closing her eyes, trying to focus all her energy on it.
But what she didn't expect was that the very mont she closed her eyes and carefully manipulated her spiritual power, she, who had spent countless years escaping from her cage, would once again choose to beco a caged bird by her own hands.
In a corner of the room, an area no one paid attention to.
A spider had spun its web and was waiting silently for its prey.
A butterfly fluttered its wings and drew near, as if driven by curiosity.
As the first strand of spider silk stuck to its body, it didn't care, even finding it sowhat amusing.
But as it tried to flutter its wings to draw nearer or to fly away, more threads wrapped around it unnoticed.
The harder it tried to beat its wings, the deeper it beca entangled.
The spider hidden behind the web slowly opened its eyes.
It sensed its prey trapped in the web, it...
was ready to feast!
...
Right now, in the Spiritual Body World, the abnormalities had co to a head.
All mories, whether friendly or hostile, that Kael had ever experienced, pursued him.
Those dangerous, powerful beings he once could not hope to stand against surfaced in his mind, then were continuously pruned by him.
Even the beings he couldn't possibly win against, no matter how many webs he spun, were wiped away first.
The most nurous of these were the deities and those in their peak as the Divine Favored.
Following close behind were those top-tier powerhouses he had only heard of, but never t.
Among them were demigods, legends, top-tier monsters, but none were weak.
Thereafter, those whom he had co into contact with but never truly fought also quietly disappeared.
In the end, Kael, the weaver, had rged all the enemies he had encountered in battle from both worlds into an abstract whole.
At this mont, the mory Palace created by the chanical Scroll trembled.
Kael finally felt he had reached the most critical juncture.
The final step...
If he could just figure out that key point, Kael was certain everything would change.
It was as if his perspective had switched to a god's-eye view.
The LEDs on the chanical Scroll seed to construct a channel for the flow of energy.
The Spiritual Body World was collapsing.
No, more accurately, the mory Palace was rging with the Spiritual Body World.
The endlessly expanding scrolls emitted strange notes with the "click-clack" of turning gears, as if the "world-encircling serpent," blanketing and coiling around the entire Spiritual Body World.
The next mont.
In the Spiritual Body World, by the Seine River, where the players fought alongside Kael, and the Bone Eater and the Eternal Legion standing opposite the players, ca to a complete halt at this mont.
The riverside disappeared.
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