'This is a ss.'
Kaisen licked his lips and cracked his joints, getting ready for what he anticipated to be a cakewalk of a fight.
But before he could enjoy his victory dance, he needed answers from the lady boss, and before that, he had to sort out the Maximus ss.
So, why hadn't Kaisen just yeeted Maximus into oblivion the mont he suspected him of working for the Night Shades?
Well, it was complicated, like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube while blindfolded.
Firstly, he needed answers. Secondly, Kaisen had grown fond of Maximus, like a cat reluctantly adopting a mouse as a pet.
If Maximus had pulled any stunts that directly hard the party, his head would have been rolling faster than a cheese wheel down a hill.
But the thing was, Maximus's betrayal barely felt like a betrayal. It was more like finding out your pet goldfish was moonlighting as a sushi chef—it was surprising but didn't really change much.
In fact, Maximus's so-called treachery had often worked in favor of the party. He never actively sabotaged their missions; instead, he fed Kaisen valuable lore nuggets about the whole convoluted ss.
So, Kaisen didn't mind the betrayal... until now.
Honestly speaking, Kaisen could end this soap opera in seconds. He could dispatch both Vhalla and Maximus faster than you could say "plot twist," but his curiosity got the better of him.
He decided to stay out of the family drama and let Sable have her mont of confrontation.
"How could you? After all we've talked about... After I forgave you... How can you betray us again?"
Sable was practically a hot ss. Understandably so. She had her fiancé and a new lover, all in the sa complicated equation.
And now, her fiancé, who had been cool with the arrangent, was turning on them. Twice.
All her dreams of a magical life outside this nightmare went up in smoke, just like that. Her hands trembled with a cocktail of rage and sadness.
Maximus, on the other hand, wasn't exactly the poster boy for betrayal. He wasn't laughing maniacally or twirling a taphorical mustache, boasting about how he was with the bad guys all along for the ultimate treasure.
Nope. He looked even ssier than Sable, with a pained expression and tears rolling down his cheeks like soone had left the faucet on.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
That was all Maximus could muster before lunging at his fiancée for another round of battle.
Honestly, this was all yawn-inducing for Kaisen. It wasn't an interaction between an NPC and a player but rather two NPCs duking it out.
So, this was all pre-scripted, a part of the ga's master plan. No matter what he did, the outco was probably already set in stone. So why bother?
Kaisen's gaze shifted to the lone beauty lounging near the giant plant, her eyes fixed on the battlefield.
If this ga had taught him anything, it was that no matter how formidable an enemy appeared, there was always a chink in their armor.
Though he never really needed to exploit these weaknesses since he was always stronger than his foes, it was still nice to have the knowledge tucked away.
So, the burning question was, why was the boss chilling near a giant flower that matched the moon's eerie hue?
The sa color as the sphere that was turning people into mindless zombies.
'Why would that be, I wonder?'
Kaisen stroked his chin and smiled dubiously. Before acting on his suspicion, he needed to decide if he was going to put an end to this ridiculous knight's life or not.
Back on the battlefield, Sable was absolutely dominating Maximus. Her sword looked like it was infused with the very essence of conviction, swinging with the intent to end a life.
Maximus's blade, on the other hand, looked like it was being wielded by a toddler who had just learned to swing a sword-shaped twig. There was no power behind his swings, no skill of a trained knight.
The only conclusion was that the guy was hoping to get struck down.
"Die!"
Sable scread, pulling her sword back with fury before plunging it straight into Maximus's chest.
But on the other end, the knight just dropped his blade and managed a small smile, admiring his beloved's conviction.
Even if it ant his own end, she held her ideals as a knight—no betrayers shall live. He was glad. He was truly happy at this mont.
Shink!
But before the sword could even touch his armor plate, soone materialized between them. Both knights' eyes widened as they saw two fingers stopping the sword in mid-attack.
?!
How the fuck was that possible? Both knights had bewildered expressions with the sa thought:
Who the fuck is crazy enough to stop a sword that can cleave through tal armor with bare fucking fingers?
Montarily forgetting their ongoing battle, the knights stared at the hand, then at the man who did it, who smiled at them like an idiot.
"Cough~ Cough~ Before you guys kill each other, I just have one question," Kaisen said, grinning at the knights.
'Why else would there be a giant flower in the boss room? It's gotta be ga chanics.'
"Wh-what?" Sable asked incredulously, then shook her head and asked the obvious question, "Are you fucking retarded or sothing?"
Kaisen chuckled at her bluntness. She was cute.
"No, honey, I'm not retarded. I just want to ask this gentleman here one question, and after that, you two can resu killing each other, okay?"
Sable's mouth hung open, unable to reply to the smiling man. Here she was having a ntal breakdown, and the guy who's supposed to be her lover was all smiles and giggles.
She didn't know what the fuck was going on.
Kaisen whipped his head toward the knight, who was accepting his fate with the resigned grace of soone who just rembered they left the oven on.
He asked, "Is it the flower?"
A simple question, but it made the knight start his crying cycle again.
'Damn, here we go again,'
Kaisen thought, rolling his eyes.
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