"HAHAHAHA! YOU IDIOT! YOU LOSE, CECILE! THIS ONE STAB WILL END YOUR LIFE IN THE NEXT SECONDS! I AM THE WINNER! I AM THE NEW ASSASSIN LEADER! ALL OF YOU, CECILE LOYALS, BOW DOWN TO ME!" Javer shouted loudly, his purplish-black aura blazing.
"OHHH…!"
"LONG LIVE JAVER! NEW ASSASSIN LEADER…!"
I could feel the curse of King Bahamut within Javer, and Javer's loyalists grew stronger with Javer's declaration of victory.
Even Javer's loyalists were like a madman with their loud, provocative shouts.
"B-Baron Atreus…what should we do? Cecilia lost..." Alex said, still confused.
"...the match isn't over yet, Alex," I replied calmly.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Cecile's impaled figure faded, then vanished like a faint morning mist.
Javer, watching Cecile's disappearing figure, froze in shock.
Frowning, he looked around and—
STAB!
STAB!
Two stabs from Cecile's twin swords had just pierced Javer's back, piercing his heart.
Javer stopped, unable to move, and blood began to spurt from his mouth.
