If he was going to be abandoned by his homeland anyway just because he had failed his mission, then enough had been said.
He was going to abandon everything.
And to use their own abilities against them.
An ability resulting from his affinity mixing with the drugs inside his body.
[Grasp]
It allowed him to use the abilities of anyone whose DNA is inside of him.
The Milis scientists had thought it was a failure.
But no, Lancelott discovered the ability soon after.
And soon after, it helped him become as strong as he was now.
Dipping Rodd's heart inside his mouth, a bitter metallic taste filled his tongue as he chewed for a bit.
Gulp—
"Fucking disgusting."
He cursed under his breath. Wiping his mouth, blood smeared all over his left arm, but Lancelott waved it off.
Then, he looked around.
"What?"
Evelyn and Zed were looking at him with horror in their faces.
Silence permeated the entire zone.
Feeling Rodd's ability course through him, Lancelott stumbled for a bit before he found his balance.
Clenching his face, he glared at Zed.
He was the reason for it all.
That much became obvious to him.
Family?
Fuck his family.
He had a family too.
Yet nobody cared.
His parents were killed by the military themselves. Lancelott had only found out about it late.
Too late that his sister was already an officer herself.
He could've told her.
He wanted to tell her.
But he was prohibited from reaching out to her until the mission was complete, to prevent any distraction that might divert Lancelott's focus.
"Fuck you."
Muttering, Lancelott disappeared as golden particles fluttered in his trail.
As soon as he appeared right before him, Zed held up his arm—coated in a thick layer of crystal.
Bang!
Zed was sent hurling away as the crystals shattered.
Lancelott stood still and turned his head slightly, noticing Evelyn had appeared right before him.
Clenching his hand, a magic circle appeared and blocked her blade. In the process, the magic circle shattered and Lancelott skidded back several meters.
"I'm envious."
He spoke indifferently.
"If I were as strong as you, none of this would've happened."
"...."
However, Evelyn remained silent and was already upon him.
Clank—! Clank—!
Sparks flew in the air as several magic circles appeared and shattered instantaneously. As if it were automated, Lancelott continued looking down and spoke.
"I could've left it all. I would've burned that entire place down."
Then, he raised his head and screamed for all to hear.
"Give me my sister back!"
His sister....
She was brainwashed.
Brainwashed into thinking the Milis continent was the best in the world.
There was no lie in that. Milis continent technology far surpassed Holy Britannia's.
However, the way they treated their people, and the fact that the country was ruled under dictatorship....
There was nothing great about it.
Then, Lancelott reached out, completely neglecting defense.
Zoom—
A hollow glowing magic circle appeared and stung his hand as Evelyn jumped back, distancing himself from him.
"Oh?"
Lancelott looked at his trembling hand.
The strongest celestial mage she knew.
She had forgotten his name by now, but his ink–black eyes were deeply imprinted in her mind.
She could never forget his face for as long as she lived.
However, she needed to stop chasing after him.
She was, after all, chasing after him this whole time.
Fifteen years.
Not once had she ever seen him again.
But regardless, his movements, his magic, and the way he utilized the celestial affinity....
Yes, she couldn't forget it.
It wasn't as if she had never abandoned those thoughts before.
However, seeing Brandon again, she recalled those moments.
For some reason, his image overlapped with Brandon's.
The air around him.
It was similar.
They were similar.
But now was not the time for such thoughts.
She narrowed her eyes, feeling the air of the quantum affinity around her.
With such thoughts, she clenched her fist.
Kracka!
And the magic circles around her shattered in that instant.
Feeling Lancelott's fist upon her, a magic circle abruptly appeared and repelled his attack.
Lancelott crashed onto the wall, and a figure blurred past, leaving crystals in his trail.
It was Zed.
This entire fight.
He was useless.
A fraud even.
But fighting wasn't his main arsenal. It was his ingenuity.
So Evelyn could understand that.
However,
"...."
She looked down.
She noticed it late.
Her abdomen.
"...."
It was bleeding profusely.
Blood gushed out and Evelyn's brows raised.
It was at that moment when Evelyn finally felt the pain rush through her senses..
"Akh!"
She groaned in pain as she held her abdomen.
She felt the sting and the heat that came from the wound and she fell on both knees.
Thump!
When?
When did it happen....?
She knew she hadn't let her guard down.
As her gaze lingered to the side, it seemed like her attack had damaged Lancelott significantly as well.
A stalemate?
Or perhaps, her win.
"Win."
That was a stretch.
She was slowly losing consciousness as her vision grew hazy. A ringing sound echoed in her head.
But the last words she could hear....
"Lord Ezekiel! I give you my full permission."
Swoosh—!
A figure blurred past her, crashing onto the wall.
Her head flicked towards it, and though it was blurry, she could make out who it was.
It was Zed.
And just like her, blood gushed out of his figure.
"...."