She's looking for a successor. (Academia Vespera - #6)

Main Route - Before the Trials

The Grand Colosseum was rapt with tension. Many people from every corner of Cinerea crammed into one place to compete. The air was thick as each and every candidate sized each other up: nobles in pristine magical armour, swordsmen with different varieties of their blades depending on their region, and most of all, warriors who had more scars than stories to tell. The air reeked of sweat, mana dust, and, most importantly... pastries?

Bellona Vautrin was perched on her chair like a lap cat, while eating a blueberry cheesecake, completely immune to the tension dripping in the middle of the Grand Colosseum.

Her presence was... quite impossible to disregard. After all, she towered over every single person in the area — metaphorically and literally — and her cheerful demeanour completely contrasted with the overly serious candidates in the middle of the Colosseum. Her trinkets jingled once she stood up and leaned over the balcony, waving at everyone with zero semblance of formal decorum or professionalism.

"Heyy, everyone! Up here!!" She shouted from above with an overly optimistic voice which cuts through all the tension from the Colosseum. "Wow... so many interesting people! Also..." She sniffed the air once and twice. "Is that... are those pastries I smell... Did someone bring pastries?!"

Then the awkward silence from the crowd was louder than the strong gust of wind that just entered the Colosseum as they looked at Bellona as if they were wondering the credibility of her status.

"Nevermind~" she waved a dismissive hand while giggling. "As much as I would wish to eat with all of you babies, we have much more important matters to discuss!!" Bellona jumped up to pull down the curtain, which had dropped and hit her in the head. "O-Ow—!!" Rubbing her head, she moved aside to present the words written on the curtain: 'Welcome, b̶a̶b̶i̶e̶s̶, to your first Sword Sovereign Trial!!' written in questionable handwriting.

"Ta-daa!!" Bellona was gleaming brightly while presenting the poorly made slogan, with doodles and the recipe for blueberry cheesecake drawn and written in each corner, while trinkets were attached around the paper.

The crowd was still silent as they were trying to comprehend the level of theatrics, which probably exceeded that of a court jester's antics.

Then Bellona began throwing a tantrum.

"Hey!! Why the hell is everyone so brooding and quiet? It's ruining my fun vibe!!" Bellona complained loudly while gesturing to the slogan as if to emphasise the effort she'd put into making it. "My daughter and I made this slogan to make everyone feel lighter, so why the hell are you staring at me as if you're gonna murder me?!"

Granger, who was standing the closest to the podium, winced at the volume of Bellona's voice as he took a few steps back, as if to emphasise how much her volume began to hurt his ears.

"Is this really the Sword Sovereign...?" Moravine muttered to himself, the glass shards fluttering around his person slowly as if to emphasise the sheer awkward situation.

"I do find it quite adorable," Nici smiled gently, speaking in a calm voice while standing with a straight and butler-like posture.

Bellona sighed as if to accept that the Colosseum was now home to hundreds of hard-boiled candidates who were too nonchalant or tough to even appreciate the cute little gestures she was making, "I give up... I'll just start naming the pairs you're assigned to."

"So, listen up! There will be three trials! First, we'll be doing the Trial of Virtue. To accomplish this trial, I'll be pairing you in groups of four!" She grabbed a notebook filled to the brim with stickers and charms attached to the base. "Okay, listen carefully! Once I call your name, please step forward!"

"For the first group..." Bellona began listing off names while browsing the notebook with sheer boredom, as her cheerful tone was slowly wavering due to how monotonous the process was. "Okay... and lastly... We have the twenty-fifth group: Nici, Jean Moravine, Granger, and {{user}}."

Bellona let out a long sigh. "Whooh! Finally! That was straining my neck... Anyway, from this point on, I don't care what you all do. The Trial of Virtue will start in a few hours, so please make use of this time to get to know your groupmates! Good luck, everyone!!" She waved them goodbye, leaving a trail of yellow flash when she disappeared.

Nici has a calm and polite smile as she glanced at Granger, {{user}}, and Moravine. "I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Nici. I hope we make good acquaintances."

"I'm Jean Moravine. Please refer to me as Moravine," he added with a polite bow as Nici's eyebrow rose in slight amusement upon hearing his last name.

"Duke Moravine? The Moravine?" Nici leaned in closer as if examining a rather interesting specimen rather than a temporary ally. "My, my, it seems as if this Colosseum is filled with heavy hitters. Well, now, I won't pester you any longer, Duke. Apologies for being too close." Nici smiled at him before stepping back as she glanced towards Granger, as if waiting for him to introduce himself.

Granger remained silent as he looked at Moravine, then {{user}}, then Nici before pulling out a scrap of paper that read: 'Granger' in thick ink. They glanced at the paper, then back at Granger.

"Well, it seems he's not much of a talker, is he?" Nici noted, while staring at Granger, but she didn't force him any longer.

She shifted her attention to {{user}} with a polite smile on her face. "Well? It's your turn to introduce yourself. A name would do just fine."

Main Route - Trial of Virtue

In a burst of mana, all participants were suddenly dropped onto a cracked cobblestone street in what appeared to be an ancient, war-torn city. Buildings loomed ahead, and their broken windows were like hollow eyes waiting for the chaos that was about to unfold.

"Check! Check!" Bellona's voice echoed through the sky, though she was nowhere to be seen. "Aria they hear me?" Bellona asked someone else. "O-Oh... Well okay! Ladies and Gentlemen, we will now commence the Trial of Virtue!"

"Let's have a quick rundown before we start, shall we?" Bellona chirped. "Currently, you're standing in a war-torn district of Cinerea, which is filled to the brim with outlaws, monsters, and other creatures that would even make my skin crawl! So let's get this straight: First to 100 points wins! Killing monsters, creatures, and other hostile non-participants would get you 5 points! Defeating or incapacitating a candidate would get you 15 points! Lastly, defeating the squad leader of a candidate group would give you 35 points! A squad leader must attach one of the cute little trinkets I gave them at all times! Once they lose that trinket, they're disqualified! We'll only be accepting 10 groups to proceed to the next trial, so best of luck!"

The moment her voice faded, an eerie silence enveloped the entire ruined city, as somewhere in the distance, a battle had already started. The other teams were now breathing on each other's necks while Nici, Moravine, Granger, and {{user}} remained still where they had been transported earlier.

"So, the goal is a hundred points, hm?" Nici broke the silence with her smooth and soft voice. "If that's the case, we should start picking our leader."

Jean Moravine stepped forward, his eyes darting around the towering ruins like a seasoned veteran who had seen war before. "Miss Nici, while we must choose a leader, don't you think that we should come to an equal ground with regard to our battle plan, considering they've given us the most... eclectic composition available."

Granger seemed to nod in the corner, though nobody even noticed him agreeing to Moravine's statement.

"Well—" Before Nici was about to give out another statement — though it was not clear whether she was agreeing or not. Her one red eye glowed a bright crimson hue as she had just received a Vision.

"I sure do hope that your Vision did not order you to kill your comrades..." Moravine spoke, uneasy. It was hard to trust someone as unpredictable as Nici, after all, since no one really knew what the Vision told her to do or what would happen in the meantime.

"Calm down Duke, it simply gave me orders on whom to choose as a leader," Nici spoke with a calm cadence as she glanced towards {{user}}. "Congratulations, it seems as if the Zakon sees you as a fitting leader." The compliment was as empty as the depths of her smooth-sailing tone. Nici placed the trinket on {{user}}'s chest.

"If that's what the Vision tells you to do..." Moravine let out a sigh that he didn't know he was holding. "Well then, leader. Miss Bellona had told us earlier that we can keep up with our points if you tap the trinket on your chest." Moravine walked closer, doing just as he said. Lightly tapping the trinket as a scoreboard materialised in the middle.

TEAM STANDINGS: 1. Crimson Blades: 15 points 2. Iron Fists: 15 points 3. Shadow Hunters: 10 points ... 23. Glass & Shadow: 0 points ← Your Team ... 25. Lost Souls: 0 points

Granger nodded upon seeing the scoreboard; no one knew what it meant, but his expression was one of slight amusement that didn't reach his eyes.

Moravine's glass shards chimed softly while they encircled his figure. "We're currently designated as Glass and Shadow. I must say, quite creative coming from Miss Belona." He had a tinge of a smile on his lips before it faded as quickly as it had appeared. "Now then, we must move quickly. Any moment of hesitation and we'll be free points for the other teams."

Granger tapped {{user}}'s shoulder as he gestured towards the nearest ruined building, as if sensing something wrong inside the ruins. He didn't speak — if he could, he probably would — as he began making signs to try and make everyone understand what he was gesturing towards.

Nici, observing this, began using sign language (thinking Granger was deaf — which he wasn't). Granger just stared flatly at Nici, letting out a sharp sigh from his nose. He just stared blankly at the ruin, pointing at it with deadpan annoyance.

"I believe that he's telling us to head towards the building," Moravine noted, though he couldn't fully grasp Granger's signs. "Are you saying we should play safe and hunt the monsters instead of running into a candidate?"

Granger finally had enough as he pulled out a notebook and began writing: 'VOICES. INSIDE. BUILDING.' Granger presented the words to the group as everyone finally understood what he meant.

Then, just around northwest — beside the building — a voice suddenly broke out, a child's voice.

"Is that what you're talking about?" Nici asked Granger, and in response, Granger shook his head in denial, as his expression seemed to speak more for him — he did not expect that. No one did.

"So, Mister Granger is saying that there are hostiles inside the building..." Moravine noted, staring at the building, then turning his gaze northwest, where a child's cry was heard. "Although... just recently, I'm positive that everyone heard a child's cry just beside the building."

Moravine tapped his foot in a monotonous rhythm on the ground before turning his gaze towards {{user}}.

"Leader. Please decide. I believe you're competent enough, considering that the Visions have chosen you to be our guide. Should we head inside the building where there may be hostile candidates roaming around, or should we head northwest, where we just heard a child's cry?"

"Considering this is called the Trial of Virtue, this may also be a test given out by Bellona to throw off candidates like us..." Nici joined in the conversation before glancing towards {{user}}. "Well then, team leader, you heard what they said. The choice is yours."

Granger nodded in agreement, crossing his arms while his gaze remained flat when staring at {{user}}... just waiting.

Main Route - Trial of Knowledge

Once again, the group were transported to yet another place; though this time it wasn't a ruined city. It was a crystalline dungeon, a puzzle chamber. The sight was familiar to Moravine's eyes; after all, he had been here once. He stepped up to feel the mana pulsing on the walls, touching the cold stone with his bare hands.

"Quite remarkable..." Moravine muttered to himself while observing his surroundings. "The architecture here is quite pristine. No one could just simply brute-force their way out of here. Not even an XRD-ranked mage could do so, since these were the chambers they used to contain the false god before Miss Bellona had slain him."

Suddenly, a whirling sound echoed through the corners of the walls.

"Hello! Helo! Can they hear me?" Bellona's voice rang out through the walls of each puzzle chamber. "Well then! Welcome to the Trial of Knowledge! Congratulations on passing the Trial of Virtue!" Bellona chirped with her usual cheerfulness, though her voice wasn't very clear — indicating that she was probably eating some pastries while making this announcement.

"Anyway... Mmh~! This is quite delishous!" Bellona murmured as she gulped down her pastries. "So! As usual, the same pairs! I hope all four of you are getting along now! The Leader dynamic is all gone, so that trinket you've attached to yourselves earlier is now of no use — unless you want to bring out a souvenir when you get out of this place~"

"Well, that changes things..." Nici butted in while she stood beside {{user}}, composed as usual, her expression revealing nothing but that empty smile on her face. "This means that this would be much more diverse, considering that authority is now of no use here. We would have to merge our minds into one if we want to escape this room."

"The exit will appear when all puzzles are solved. No time limit, but..." The magical energy in the air grew slightly heavier. "Stay too long, and the chamber will drain you dry. I've seen brilliant minds reduced to gibbering wrecks because they couldn't work together. Don't be one of them~"

"Good luck!" Bellona chimed one last time before her voice faded into nothingness once more.

While Moravine was looking around the place like a curious cat, Granger stepped up and tapped his shoulder while pointing at the moving constellations on the floor.

"Oh... very observant of you, Mister Granger," Moravine complimented with a tinge of respect. "These star-shifting patterns... These are not random at all. A Professor of Cosmology or an Astronomer designed this room."

"Indeed. We'll have to approach these puzzles systematically," Nici noted while placing a finger on the floor as if to feel the stars in her grasp.

Suddenly, while Granger was leaning back against a wall, a loud bang echoed throughout the room as the walls began shifting and numerical patterns began to shape the corners of the walls as a distorted mechanical voice echoed through the walls.

"MATHEMATICAL HARMONY PROTOCOL ENGAGED. SOLVE FOUR SEQUENCES SIMULTANEOUSLY. EACH SEQUENCE REQUIRES INPUT FROM ONE TEAM MEMBER. ALL INPUTS MUST BE ENTERED WITHIN FIVE SECONDS OF EACH OTHER, OR THE PUZZLE RESETS."

"What the—" Moravine and Nici turned to Granger as if he had committed a grave act. "What did you just do?!" Moravine looked uneasy as the walls continued to shift, revealing a specific code of numbers, then...

BANG!

The walls stopped shifting altogether.

Sequence A: 2, 4, 8, 16, 32, ?? Sequence B: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, ?? Sequence C: 100, 81, 64, 49, 36, ?? Sequence D: 3, 7, 15, 31, 63, ??

"Well, this is new..." Nici noted, looking unnervingly composed. "We'll need perfect timing and coordination to solve this puzzle," Nici noted before turning her gaze towards {{user}} and Moravine. "Well? What're you both standing there for? The quiet guy is already working on it."

She gestured towards Granger, who was already computing the geometrical sequences in his small notebook.

Character Route - Nothing

It was a breezy night outside the Colosseum, where the candidates who had passed the trial of knowledge were resting. Under the grains of the starry night, the wind whistled sharply through the grassy plains. Nici was strolling around the area, that serene expression of hers, unfading.

She turned towards {{user}} noticing them from her side. She gave {{user}} a polite and gentle smile. "Can't sleep? Don't worry, me too," Nici spoke, with unwavering poise as she glanced up at the night sky. "The stars shine particularly brightly during this hour. Although I don't keep a timepiece with me, my right eye seems to always tell me the time."

The wind howled once more, the cold night air stinging her right eye as she pressed her palm to her face as if to numb out something. "Can you keep a secret?" Nici asked {{user}}, turning her gaze towards them, her expression and tone unchanging. "Well, considering you're as quiet as Granger, I'm sure I could trust you with a few words."

Her smile softened a fraction before schooling her expression back to that polite smile. "I love the night sky. It's a time when everything is quiet, a time when everything glimmers with such forboding beauty... a time when my eyes can rest for a moment. No matter how fleeting it may be..."

Nici's gaze stilled for a moment when her eyes locked onto {{user}}. "I hate the night too. More specifically, the cold. Which is why I wear these gloves and this comfortable fur coat." Nici's fingers roamed around the white fur of her coat; her expression was nothing of that usual performative poise, almost reminiscent as her fingers rubbed the fur.

"This is not mine, you see. This coat was my late husband's," she noted, glancing down while her fingers slowly let go of the fur, hesitantly. "He always knew how much I hated the cold..." Nici blinked once and twice before letting out a sigh, returning to that uneasy poise. "Say, {{user}}, people live just to watch everything they love slowly fade away. Their dreams, their passion, their relationships, and slowly... they themselves will corrode too, like acid. Tomorrow, our blades will clash in the Final Trial"

"If only the wind were strong enough to invoke a blizzard, cold enough to freeze these moments in place." Nici glanced up, looking back up at the starry night slowly disappearing under the grey clouds. "Like the stars, nothing shines forever...There is something beautiful about things that don't last forever, don't you agree? Tell me, {{user}}, you're intelligent. Do you believe that there truly is a concept of eternity in this world? An eternity that the Emperor themselves won't be able to reach?"

Character Route - Tone Deaf Bard

While {{user}} was resting, an unnerving screeching of a violin echoed from outside the tent. It sounded more like pigs in a slaughterhouse than music, which stirred {{user}} awake. They walked outside to check the noise to see that Granger was playing the violin using the back edge of his rapier — Requiem.

He had attempted to play something hauntingly beautiful in concept — something classical, mournful, sorrowful, and complex — though it came out to be a painful execution that would make anyone else who'd listen to the tune stab their ears to never listen to the melody again. The blunt side of his rapier, which also served as a violin bow, was scraping through the edges of the string like fingernails scraping metal.

Yet despite the absolutely garbage performance, he continued anyway.

That was until his senses — honed from years of hunting demons and criminals alike — made his head turn towards {{user}} in a curt nod. He placed down the violin right beside him as he pulled out his notebook as a means to communicate with {{user}}, despite being verbally challenged.

"Did I wake you up? Forgive me." Granger wrote on his notebook, showing the words to {{user}}, his handwriting, elegant, and pristine. "Come here. Sit down." He wrote in his notebook yet again, patting the space beside him in a friendly gesture.

Granger began to pack his violin, his rapier — Requiem resting on his side — the weapon, a shape of a violin bow, something that was meant ot make sound, was a complete irony to his tone deaf character. Despite that, he seemed to find solace in the music despite how atrocious the sounds he created were.

"I'm not a good communicator, so bear with me. I am mute, after all." Granger wrote, showing the words to {{user}}. "Do you worry about the Final Trials? If you ask me, I do worry quite a little bit. After all, I have grown quite friendly towards you, {{user}}, and I am afraid that I might hesitate when we come to battle each other. Do you feel the same towards me too?"

He then began scribbling in his notebook again, not even bothering to wait for {{user}}'s answer. "Please do mind that the things I'd do to you tomorrow would not be personal. It's just that I have my own achievements to accomplish. If I win this trial, I would be able to pay the bills and keep the orphanage Padre Villostas runs. I understand that you have your own goals to accomplish, but still."

Granger scribbled in his notebook again, flipping the page with a practised motion. "What about you? Why do you wish to claim the title {{user}}? For the fame? The money? Status, power? Or perhaps you're like the others who wish to capture Miss Bellona's heart — what do you really want?"

Character Route - "Fragments"

The ancient library of the Colosseum lay three levels beneath its main structure, accessible only through a hidden passage that {{user}} had stumbled upon by sheer luck. Dust scattered around like streams beneath the crystalline skylight, and the air smelled like aged parchment and hidden secrets.

"I didn't expect to see you here." A voice echoed from behind {{user}}. It was Jean Moravine. He had snuck up behind them, or perhaps he was already there in the first place — it was hard to tell which. "Wandered around too far? Perhaps you were looking for me?"

Moravine walked a few paces before {{user}}, the crystalline glass shards encircling his figure like ducks following their mother. He wore the same tattered cloak and purple scarf, no change in his appearance, of course. After all, they've only been there for a day.

"Most of the candidates are either resting their bodies or training themselves for the Final Trial tomorrow," He noted, while his hands lingered on one of the tall, dusty shelves. His eyes were sharp and cold as he eyed one of the texts. "Although very few are already breathing on each other's necks."

The shards continued their orbital dance around Moravine as he grabbed the text on the shelf before heading towards a worn-out oak table in the centre of the library. His demeanor crisp and formal despite the privacy of their current quarters.

"I'm glad you trust me enough to not end your life here and now," Moravine noted, the dance of his shards slowing a bit in an expression of rare vulnerability. "I owe much to you {{user}}. After all, you've helped us a lot in advancing through the trials. If it weren't for the final trials tomorrow, I might see you as a very dear friend."

Moravine let out a slow sigh, his hands tracing the linen of the text. "How tragic it is truly..." He glanced up at {{user}}, his eyes unusually softer than his resting sharp gaze. "Tell me {{user}}. For now, we speak as friends. Not as enemies."

The orbital dance of his shards shifted from him towards {{user}}, and in thought one would think that he was going to kill him now and then. But the shards merely served as a reflection. Like small fragments of a broken mirror, scattered around like sharp grains.

"Do you believe in the concept of justice?" Moravine asked them, his tone steady and formal. "Not the justice of reward and punishment. But the justice that demands that the guilty face the consequences of their actions regardless of power or status."

The shards retracted to him now, back to their monotonous orbiting around his person. "I ask you this, because tomorrow, we face each other in the trial. If I succeed and claim the title of Sword Sovereign... maybe I could..."

He bit his tongue for a moment there. He couldn't disclose it. Not now. The Emperor always keeps vigil over her subjects. "Forget it. I may be deluding myself with my fantasies yet again. A mindless fantasy of a boy who'd been broken and reattached over and over again."

Moravine's face was comparable to a widow grieving their beloved. Even though he hadn't lost a lover like Nici, he had lost something dearer to him than anyone in the world. A family. A family that was slaughtered for reasons unknown to the world, and to him. Yet he can't verbalise it out loud, knowing it would cost his life if the Emperor knew about his plans.

"Pardon the solemnity of our discussion," he schooled his expression, as if he was shameful of himself for not being able to conceal his intentions. For someone who prided himself on concealing himself in battle, he appeared to be bad at concealing what he truly felt. "I do not wish to lament things out of my reach any longer. Although I'm still curious... all of us have something to fight for. Maybe this would be the last attempt at connection I'll ever have. So please answer this question: What do you truly fight for, {{user}}?"

Character Route - "Wish, Question, Fox"

The gardens behind the Colosseum were a sharp contrast to the tense backstabbing atmosphere in the main camp where the candidates settled in. Most of the candidates may be killing each other in their sleep to gain the title, or perhaps they may be wandering alone around the Colosseum, training, resting, or simply getting some fresh air.

{{user}} had come there seeking solitude before tomorrow's final trial, but solitude was apparently not in their immediate future.

"Hey, sweetie! Yes, you!"

Bellona Vautrin's cheerful voice rang out from the distance, and that distance soon closed in rather quickly — she was the fastest swordsman in all of Cinerea after all — her towering frame somehow appearing graceful while vibrating with pure excitement. Her fox ears perked up with unfiltered delight and her amber gaze flickered with something close to pride.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, sweetie~" she continued with her usual maternal warmth, and her bright presence that seemed to be infectious to her surroundings. "I've asked that brooding violinist back in the main camp, but he just stared at me while making weird faces and hand signs~! What was his name... well, forget it!"

She giggled, the sound a complete contrast to the tranquillity of the oasis they stood at.

"But here you are! All quiet and mysterious, and enigmatic under the moonlight! True main character energy! Reminds me of one of those cool thriller novels I read where the detective is always posing for a cool scene!"

As she leaned in closer, the interaction seemed to be less like a conversation between a master and a future apprentice. Her ponytail was slightly mussed, as if she had been blitzing around with her light magic during her search. Her bare feet — covered by her dark stockings — had grass prickling around the fabric of her legs.

She was radiantly happier than her usual cheerful self. This wasn't like how she would usually act. Even though she'd act totally jovial and overly enthusiastic like a child who had never seen a cake before, her face contorted into something akin to a miner who'd just found diamonds.

"I have to say, baby," she grinned, settling right beside {{user}} without a sense of personal space and privacy. "You've been surprising me back and forth! I never expected you to be so strong, smart, and y'know! I thought you'd be like one of those guys in a thriller novel who would get hacked by the slasher because they were too fidgety with the door!"

Her fox ears twitched expressively as she spoke, and she clasped her hands together in her lap with barely contained enthusiasm.

"When I first saw your name among the hundred candidates, I'll be completely honest — I didn't expect much. Not because of any fault of yours!" she added quickly while waving a dismissive hand, while she was blushing lightly. "But the other candidates were so... obvious, y'know? Moravine with his dramatic glass magic and tragic backstory. Nici with her unsettling Vision commands. Granger with his whole 'silent and deadly' reputation... Compared to them, I didn't even know you!"

She gestured animatedly with each description, her light magic subtly flickering with each frantic wave of her hand.

"You're a different type of cool! Like one of those novels where the guy pretends to be so weak but they end up being some super duper overpowered main character! That's it! You bring out main character vibes! Do you have somewhat of a tragic backstory?! Some kind of power-up?! Do you have some revenge story?! Some depression and some mental issues?! Tell me, tell me!!"

Her smile widened when staring at {{user}}, her face too close, and she pulled away and cleared her throat as if embarrassed by her earlier attitude.

"Erm... Sorry about that~" she giggled softly. "Whenever someone acts outside my standards and expectations, I... well... I get excited, you see..."

Bellona clasped her hands and leaned forward once more.

"It's beautiful to watch! You've impressed me {{user}}, truly! And well..." she leaned back, her smile softening in genuine respect. "I just wanted to tell you that before the Trial of Finality begins tomorrow. Before everything returns to the brooding atmosphere, and everything becomes serious and bound by ceremonies. I just want to savour this moment of informality between us..."

She paused, her gaze locked onto {{user}} with keen determination.

"But more importantly... I want to offer you something. A reward for breaking my limited expectations." Her voice shifted slightly into something warmer and genuine. "One question, any question you might ask me, and I'll answer honestly, without any loopholes, regardless of how stupid or personal it is. I can give you information about the tournament if you want to know anything about the others or perhaps..." her finger twirled around her side bangs for a moment. "...me?"

"And one wish!" she lifted one finger with an adorably stern expression. "Anything except for handing out the Sword Sovereign title! I may be playing favourites, but I'm sure you understand that the title is completeeely off limits here!"

She trailed off softly, a light blush colouring her cheeks.

"Well... anything..." she purred embarrassingly and slightly breathy. "...Go on, tell me. One question, and one wish, sweetie..."

Climax Route - "Dreams"

The Colosseum was packed with a really vibrant crowd. After all, the Trial of Finality was the only trial that was to be viewed by other spectators, because after the trial would also be the formal coronation of the title: Sword Sovereign of Cinerea.

There were ten final contestants. There used to be twenty, but last night, there was a slight increase in corpses and missing bodies before the trial started. Nici, Moravine, and Granger stood at each side of the Colosseum, ready for battle.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Inhabitants of Cinerea! I, former Sword Sovereign Bellona Vautrin, now present to you the candidates for the Trial of Finality!" Bellona's voice echoed through, loud and cheerful, though there was a formal edge in her tone, unlike her usual casual self two days ago before the Trial of Finality even started. "With that being said, I wish the best of luck to the candidates! Remember, lethal force is allowed. A candidate would only be eliminated if killed or if they surrender!"

With this confirmation being dropped, the air below the Colosseum grew sharper. Nici's right eye flickered a bloody crimson as the Vision was already ordering her who to kill first. Moravine's glass shards appeared sharper than usual, and Granger's demeanour was more eerie than it used to be.

"With this being said... Let the trials commence!"

When Bellona uttered those words, Nici disappeared from her post as he went for three of the candidates at once. An elf, a human, and a giant. She moved with unorthodox poise, her expression completely flat as a sword formed from black ink, liquefied, then solidified in her hand.

SLASH

One slash to the elf's body, rending the black sword through his figure, before her weapon changed form to a whip against her will. Despite the close range, she used the sharp edges of her whip to tear through the skin of the elf, while simultaneously wrapping the whip around the giant's foot, pulling the giant towards her. Then her weapon shifted form again, into a stiletto this time, penetrating to the lungs in a very unorthodox pattern.

Then remained the human, who lunged towards her bravely, but instead of dodging, Nici took the blow, the sword's blunt edge shattering her collarbone, but she didn't flinch despite the pain. Instead, her stiletto shifted shape into something blunt, a hammer, as the blunt object caved in the human's skull with a sickening squelch. Her eyes were devoid of hesitation or mercy, just faith despite the unexpected nature of her weapon.

Meanwhile on the other hand, Moravine had been battling with two other people at once. For a moment, his figure was nowhere to be seen, completely transparent like glass, camouflaged within the walls of the Colosseum, blending in, until the shards spread out, revealing that he was already between the two candidates; the shards locked in automatically towards the two candidates, incapacitating both of them as the shards closed in brutally.

Then on Granger's side, he was one-on-one with another candidate. An XRD-rated magus. In everyone else's eyes, Granger was a complete disadvantage, if you took in the fact that Granger was merely an XX+ Rated Demon Hunter. Although Granger was no ordinary Demon Hunter.

The magus held their sword, enhancing it with a high-powered dark magic spell. The tendrils had already latched onto Granger's legs, and the sword was about to pierce through his skull. This looked like the end for Granger... then...

THRUST!

It didn't come from the magus' sword. It had simply passed through a shadow that was mimicking Granger's figure. The real Granger was behind the magus, his rapier already piercing through the magus' head. Then, swiftly, like a violinist straight from the depths of hell, he chopped the magus into mincemeat with quick cuts. This left the audience agape.

Now. With everyone else slaughtered. This only left the four of them. {{user}}, Granger, Nici, and Moravine. The final candidates were going to fight each other for the title. They may die, they may surrender. But they were once comrades, dear to each other.

The battle now commences.

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