Clash [2]

The golden fate clouds surrounding Beast Emperor Star were truly magisterial, especially when viewed from space.

Wap!

The folds of space twisted as two figures appeared to marvel at this very view.

But of course, one of them was far too used to it to feel any sort of grandiosity.

"Master, let's go, let's go! I don't want to be late!"

Astoria tugged on Damien's hand and pulled him towards Beast Emperor Star with fervor.

Ever since she'd gained some strength, she'd been dying to come back to Beast Emperor Star.

While she never truly explained her reasoning, nor did she outwardly display any strange behavior, Damien was more than aware of her struggles.

From long ago, Astoria had been viewed as the weakling. She was the easily bullyable little princess who'd always choose running away over fighting back, a target that even regular geniuses without matching status could pick on, since she would never report the bullying to her father.