Leon, Black Swan, and Constance were dancing together.
Of course, rather than calling it a dance together...
It would be better to say the two were secretly contending with each other, and Leon was the key to deciding who won and who lost.
"Constance, I am advising you because you and I can more or less be considered former classmates," Black Swan said, looking into her eyes.
"If you really insist on continuing down this path, then the person you will face won't be me."
She advised Constance because she felt the other still had a way back.
Becoming a Lord Ravager was not a good future.
"Hmm..."
Constance danced with Leon, feeling absolutely no threat from Black Swan.
"Are you referring to this gentleman?"
Constance's gaze lingered on Leon; she could naturally directly perceive the man's power. Although Leon tended to hide his edge in the scabbard.
You could feel he was powerful, but before he fully revealed it, you wouldn't know exactly how powerful. This leads many people to occasionally have an illusion.
Illusions of misjudgment like "I can win this," or questioning if he is really stronger than oneself.
But Constance would not make such a mistake.
Every person, every object has memories, and Meme entities are particularly sensitive to "Remembrance".
Leon himself was low-key, but from the longbow slung over his shoulder, one could spy a thing or two that wasn't right.
Although the longbow, like its master, liked to restrain its aura. But judging by Constance's intuition and cultivation in the Path of "Remembrance"... If she dared to pry into its past and origins recklessly, she might die very miserably.
"What do you think?"
Black Swan danced with her, and a moment later, snatched Leon from her hands once again.
"Or, you could try making a move on him right now."
After all, she had failed miserably on this before, so naturally, she was happy to see others fail too.
"Maybe you'll get the answer to this question."
Constance raised her lips, "Dear, I'm not that stupid yet."
"I won't go seeking my own death."
After a polite dance with Black Swan, she grabbed Leon back to be her own partner.
"But for me, the moment when two people fighting to the death with daggers have their blade tips pressed against each other's necks is more intimate than ordinary dance partners."
But one thing is one thing, Constance won't seek her own death.
"Remember what I said?"
But that is limited to death roads that are obvious at a glance.
A road where life and death are unclear, even if it's a narrow escape with only a tiny probability of survival... As long as it isn't absolute, Constance would be keen to barge in.
She delights in dancing within death, or perhaps it should be said she delights in blooming within death.
This opposition between death and existence. The stronger the perception of impending death, the more distinct Constance's sense of existence becomes.
The joy of living will also rise from the bottom of her heart along with it.
She calls this, "Blooming amidst Destruction".
It's just that few people can make her feel her own blooming.
"Only by placing one's life on the tip of a blade every time can one experience the joy of living."
A flush appeared on Constance's face, and there was fanaticism in the eyes she looked at Leon with.
She believed that Leon could definitely make her feel the posture of "Dahlia" blooming.
As a Pathstrider, facing him means certain death, but what about as a Lord Ravager?
As long as it isn't absolutely obvious at a glance, Constance never minds getting the answer personally.
Tearing apart the shackles of fate is certainly painful to the heart, but also incomparably pleasurable.
"You refuse to turn back, so can I consider that you are currently a dangerous element?"
Black Swan held Leon's right arm, trying to fight for the right to dance to determine victory.
"To solve a future disaster for the universe right here and now, I believe a Galaxy Ranger wouldn't mind."
A threat so blunt it couldn't be blunter slipped out of Black Swan's mouth.
"Is that so? But I think..."
Dahlia stepped forward and grasped his left arm.
"Compared to conquering a Pathstrider, conquering a Lord Ravager gives one more of a sense of accomplishment."
The look in her eyes as she gazed at him carried an unconcealed desire to be conquered by him.
"What do you think, De~ar?"
Constance subconsciously extended her tongue to lick her dry lips, quietly waiting for him to answer.
"What meaning?" Leon tilted his head.
Hahaha, she has M attributes too, how exaggerated.
"It's just the difference between dying sooner or later."
Toward her unhidden seduction, Black Swan scoffed.
"Is there any meaning in you fighting for this, Dear?"
Her words didn't avoid any sharpness.
"I feel everything related to him is quite meaningful."
Constance exerted force with her hand, unwilling to retreat even half a step.
"Don't you think so?"
Black Swan looked at her coldly, not speaking, but the strength in her hand increased a few degrees.
"That's enough."
Feeling the confrontation unfolding on his arms between the two, Leon directly shook off both of their hands.
"Do you two think this is very interesting?"
At the moment he shook off the two Memes, a fluctuation of "Fuli" flashed past Leon's body.
What are they fighting for? In his eyes, they are all little girls.
People might think they are impressive, but in the end, neither of them is even an "Emanator".
Leon just felt so annoyed.
After being shaken off together, the two steadied their figures.
That just now...?
Black Swan wasn't sure if she had perceived it wrong.
For a split second just now, she actually felt the pressure of a superior from Leon's body.
This superior, of course, didn't refer to a purely superior person. But a hierarchy within the Path in some sense, like Aeon first, Emanator second.
Black Swan had just felt the pressure of the first kind from Leon.
But how is that possible?
She knew "Fuli" had once cast a gaze upon Leon, but he didn't succeed then. It couldn't be that he didn't pass before, but suddenly succeeded now, right?
"Oh?"
Constance's eyes brightened slightly, rather surprised.
Unlike Black Swan, she knew of the existence of the concept of "Immaculatus".
She also knew the truth about the Aeon of "Remembrance" that was hidden by the Garden of Recollection.
So compared to Black Swan, she appeared even more calm.
"It seems I've become annoying."
Constance gave a soft 'my my', saying so regarding his attitude.
"Then, let us part here."
Saying this, Constance extended her right hand to him, that hand resembling a sharp bestial claw.
"I hope that when we meet next time, I can make you bow down beneath my skirt."
Her white-gloved left hand climbed up her cheek, and the hand extended toward Leon opened up.
"Or..."
Cold-toned blue flames rose in the open palm.
Not long after, a purple Dahlia flower lay quietly in the palm, wrapped in blue flames.
"Conquer me until I kneel at your knees."
Constance had a morbid flush on her face as she sent the flower forward.
Leon didn't reach out to take it, but the flower flew toward him of its own accord.
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