Seraphim nodded. “As you say.”
She spread her arms and began to sing. The words were of a mysterious language humans couldn’t hope to hear. The Machina Soldiers’ blue eyes flickered out, and their bodies crumbled where they stood. Seraphim’s advanced human magical technology overwrote the relics of the ancient civilization from the inside out. It didn’t take long for all the Machina Soldiers to fall, at which point Seraphim stopped singing.
“And that’s that.”
And then the Machina Soldiers’ blue eyes flickered back on.
“Splendid.” Nefakess clapped in praise. “Since they lack souls, even the Devil of the Underworld couldn’t control the Deus Machina’s troops. But you brought them under your thrall with ease.”
He continued walking down the street, still applauding her. The Machina Soldiers formed a neat line behind him, following his march.
“Now let’s go and take that which is sealed in this kingdom—”
“What?!” Leonis froze in the face of Sakuya’s declaration. “Wh-what are you talking about? What’s a Dark Lord?” By the time he found his words, a cold sweat was running down his brow.
“…”
An awkward silence followed.
Eventually, Sakuya sighed and shrugged. “I really don’t think there’s any point to playing coy anymore.”
“No, I’m just, uh, not sure what you’re talking about…”
“Listen, kid…” Sakuya leveled an irked glare at Leonis, who was acting incredibly suspiciously. “It was easy to figure out after seeing your powers up close.”
“Ugh…” Leonis couldn’t stop himself from groaning.
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