REAL DEMONS

Three heads flew into the skies. Each one of their faces was marred with shock as though they couldn't even believe what had just happened.

They couldn't even last a single exchange with Aina. The gap between them was so impossibly large that it couldn't be fathomed. Plus, they weren't close-range experts to begin with. The Fawkes were all Dream Force experts.

But that was what made it all the more amusing. They were Dream Force experts, and yet they couldn't sense Leonel's killing intent.

Maybe it was fine if they couldn't sense Leonel's. In fact, maybe they had sensed it and just ignored it because they couldn't be bothered to care about a "weakling" like him.

But to be unable to react to Aina's movement just went to show how ridiculous they were.

They couldn't hold a candle to her whether that be in strength or prying away her love, and yet they wanted to steal her from him? What kind of sick joke was that? Who did they think they were? Têxt belongs to .

Plop. Plop. Plop.

The three dull sounds of heads hitting the pavement and blood spurting echoed in the silence.

Nilrem sighed. "You shouldn't have done that."

Aina had already returned to Leonel's side as though nothing had happened. In fact, she would be fine with the skies falling if it meant that she could be with Leonel.

The only reason she hadn't killed these people before was because they were Leonel's family. But if Leonel didn't care about this, then why should she? She didn't even hesitate, and she was swift and ruthless.

As for the battlefield, she cared even less. The only reason she had joined in the first place was because sitting by Leonel's side, anxiously waiting for him to wake up, wasn't helping her at all. Plus, it was a chance to vent her hatred onto the Four Great Families, so why not take the opportunity?

But now that Leonel was awake, none of that mattered anymore. She had already decided long ago that Leonel was more important to her than revenge. If Leonel didn't want her to go to the battlefield, she wouldn't. It was that simple to her.

"Why not?" Leonel asked casually.

"Have you ever heard that blood is thicker than water?"

"Does blood also make their skulls thicker too?"

Nilrem was rendered speechless. He already knew after Leonel said this that he truly didn't give a damn.

Leonel was a person who didn't care an ounce about his own mother until he awakened Dream Force and realized that she loved him no less than his father did.

If he could entirely ignore his mother, who he had known nothing about until then, while others in his situation might have dreamed of meeting their own, why would he care about cousins who he also knew next to nothing about?

No, he knew worse than nothing. He knew that they wanted to steal his wife away from him and use her like some sort of breeding cow.

For that alone, they deserved death.

The only time that Aina had ever shown true fear to him in her entire life other than when it seemed like he might die was when she faced the Puppet Master.

It was her dream to have a big family, to be in control of her own womb and birth the beautiful dream that she had been hoping and praying for all her life.

When the Puppet Master threatened to take that away, she had truly broken down.

Leonel could still remember her trembling on his back that day he dropped a city from the skies.

That was the kind of fury that Aina could rile up in him. Back then, he wasn't even at the Fourth Dimension. If he could make a city fall from the skies then while he was so weak, these people didn't want to imagine what he would do now.

Nilrem sighed again. "Fine. You don't care about family, but know that there will be a fallout from this. There are rules that you can't break casually no matter who you are, and your grandfather can protect you only to an extent. After all, these are also his grandsons that you just killed, and if he bends the rules for you, then the laws of the Empire will begin to be twisted and manipulated by others.

"This is the first case of fratricide in the Empire's history. How he deals with this will set a precedent moving forward. Unless you want the entire imperial court to become a den of murdering and scheming, you should probably want to be punished heavily as well."

Leonel chuckled. "Fratricide? I'm not the one who killed them."

Nilrem was rendered speechless again.

Leonel grinned and pointed to a finger sleeve on his wife's finger.

"I hear the Segmented Cube is nice and cozy. Why don't you have a look?"

"You little shit…" Nilrem was speechless.

Leonel's laughter echoed, but it sounded like the bells of a demon in Nilrem's ears.

…

Leonel placed the last head on a pike, then pulled out a thin piece of rotting wood that was about two or so meters in length.

A flame appeared on his fingers, then he began to write.

Aina stood to the side, covering her mouth and trying not to laugh any harder than she already was.

After Leonel was finished, he took a few steps back then began to admire his handiwork.

He nodded to himself. "Not bad. Not bad."

The sign read:

'Here lie three scum of the Earth. Known for their dirty deeds and attempts at wife stealing, the Heavens have decided to punish them. I can only say that I, Merlin, am as broad as the Heavens and magnanimous as the clouds. Do not thank me for my actions; you may worship me instead.'

The pair of husband and wife stood there laughing together. It should have been an eerie sight, three heads pierced through their fleshly necks. And yet, the two didn't seem to mind it or the scent of blood.

From a third party's viewing angle, they truly did seem to be the real Demons in this situation.