Holy Hell

"Perfect woman… Perfect woman… Perfect woman!"

Alastar's words practically came out like the chants of a religious fanatic. The more he looked at Aina, the more the lust in his eyes burned. 

But he was a Variant Invalid. The things that normal creatures of flesh and blood felt weren't the same things that could move him. Instead, it was because he could sense Aina's Blood Sovereignty that was going so crazy. It was the scent of her blood that drew him completely over the edge. 

Bogrum turned completely pale. He was so close to going on a date with such a beautiful woman, but then Alastar just had to appear. How could he not be aggrieved? 

"Al—Alastar. Aina is my—"

His words were caught in his throat as Alastar turned his gaze toward him. 

"Scram!" Alastar roared. 

Bogrum was sent flying backward by the wind pressure alone, crashing into the heavy crates, and yet being entirely unable to budge them even an inch.