Jenaharo wakes up rubbing his eyes, he hears a bloodcurdling scream that sounds like dozens of babies being skinned alive and Charlene jumps off her bed having the sword in its Primera State. They walk out of their room, that traitorous maid is strung upside down and clutching something unworthy so the three move on, Jessica Gorlorne was sitting on a luxurious throne covered in blood. She taps her two fingers and rows of mutilated bodies drop from the ceiling howling like wounded animals, now let’s talk about Lady Gorlorne, Jessica doesn’t care what is the good ethical way to gain power but how to keep her family in power and preserve the Gorlorne family name. Power is the key to influence Charlie Aardiperro for protection so sacrificing your redeeming qualities is necessary if you want to be an authoritarian dictator. She gets up moving in a circle before stopping and then flings her finger at Jenaharo, Jessica smirks slowly reaching out her hand to Valmada.
“Break, Absoluter Narrenspiegel!” he shouts, a sword glowing with the purple hue. Dozens of guards rush in circling them wearing light armor with Altdorfian capes billowing in the air.
“Sounds like you guys need help.” a hoarse voice rang out coming from the chandelier’s shadows and Taton Mandon jumped down beheading five of them in quick succession, Kashiron bisected one from her shoulder to the waist while Charlene froze another opponent before she full force smashed it into the floor. Taton is a handsome muscular but lanky man, left side of his face riddled with deep severe scars, unkempt ragged black short hair with one whitish blonde highlight on a bang above the right eye. He wears a gray asymmetrical tattered saberist jerkin over a white linen shirt, ragged black trousers, and black cravat. Taton wields two weapons, those are an ornately black and white war spear connected to a red and gray Monvgal cavalry sword by one sharp jagged chain on the pommel of both. He finishes repenting killing people even if they deserved it or not, Taton is actually afraid of meeting death again because his family tortured him to death and then was impaled by a Blasphemous Prince, other Travelers tried to make him confront his past but the horrible memory of being split open pushed him away from doing it.
Jessica simply laughs condescendingly before taking up a gladius and forcibly tore off the lower half of her plain laced up nightgown then tied the shredded fabric above the pommel, she ran barefooted to the four individuals standing there casually but went for Jenaharo. Lunging her sword sideways before reaching a brazier and throwing at his other friends, other guards come in heavier gear wielding polearms thrusting all of them into the stomach of Taton. He walks forward pushing himself deeper then shanks his spear in their faces killing four and Charlene breaks the long weapons in half with her sword, a blast teleports them to different places in Roniam castle, Kashiron ends up in a dungeon below the garrison. Taton painfully takes his impaled shattered tips out of him while the multiple wounds start to fade in nonexistence, Samerial slams the exit open while Taton quickly comes to the realization that they are standing in a field of withered flowers and still living ones.
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Prasmus leans down picking an alive Lily up before crushing it in his hand. Jenaharo blocks another attack retaliating with a powerful diagonal attack to her stomach. He gets stabbed in the arm, wincing backwards but regains his footing, every time he attempts Narrenspiegel’s release command, Jessica is there to stop it by cutting all over his body.
“You wanna know something? The content of Vidar’s mindset is fascinating to me, a person who will always get up and fight for everything but that is his downfall, he will push aside people’s worries and fears in order to get stronger but will not let people follow down that damn road for fear of his friends dying horribly in front of him. Vidar’s stubbornness won’t let him rely on his friends' help or advice, he can’t see past the world making him ultimately weak for not allowing any of you to lend a hand then the flaw of persistence concludes in his death.” Jessica says, which is true because Lionel and him weren’t exactly helping each other in the fight as like a coordinated team.
“When did you start becoming a philosopher of strength?” Jenaharo lodges his sword in a beam after she ducked. He quickly reaches for something in the coat, grabs a throwing knife and accidentally cuts her bra in half, but Jessica didn’t care about something so mundane about exposed breasts than acquiring something invaluable like Valmada’s ability. He deflects countless attacks further damaging his clothes. He blocks an attack aiming for the femoral artery then another towards his carotid, Jenaharo dug his blade in her clavicle. There was a brief second where the world seemed to be shadowed by a black liquid obscuring all light.
All of them sense a threatening presence that seems so familiar but not at the same time running towards them screaming malicious intent, Jenaharo hits her face with his pommel and ties Lady Gorlorne before running off.