"Ah?" Rosinde turned to look at his lover, who had become completely unrecognizable.
For a moment, he felt at a loss and a tinge of melancholy.
"Well, what are you two still not satisfied with? It's rare for me to have spare time to give your wife a beauty makeover."
Looking at the monstrous, giant version of the fierce huntress that now stood before him, fashioned from the memories of his past life, David stood with arms crossed, quite proud and self-satisfied.
[Arrogance]
Right then, David decided that from now on, all those who 'willingly worshipped' and entered his Hall of Valor card pool would have their faces molded by him.
Thus, an era without unsightly Heroic Spirits was about to dawn.
[Arrogance]
It was just a pity that he, as the master of this Hall of Valor card pool, didn't have such treatment himself.
As long as he was alive, for his followers, David, the Dragon Lord, was like a moving Divine Realm standing upon the earth.
