Silavin
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The air echoed with each splitting of the earth. Footsteps, roars, shouts, taunts, flapping of wings – all sounds emanated from the mass of murderous intent approaching from ahead. On one side of the wasteland was the Holy Warrior team, led by Giorno. On the other, about 20,000 monsters controlled by a Devil, who stood at the far end of it, surrounded by a jet-black aura. The Holy City of Regalia was filled with fear and screams of despair. Amid those voices were the war cries of three…-
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“Well well, there you are, my man Poer!” Giorno greeted me cheerfully, flicking his smooth blond hair in the process. He sure is the stereotypical hero, being able to stay that carefree in this situation. We’re in the middle of a wasteland region, the Holy City of Regalia visible in the distance behind us. Lylia and Seki’teigyu are in front of the group, standing tall in the face of a terrifyingly large army of monsters. “I’m not here because I want to, you know…”…
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So… why did Lylia even participate in the Familiar Chalice in the first place? She’d never seemed to be the kind of person who would do that, and would rather show off her own power instead. Like, isn’t she supposed to be fighting on the front-front lines at Sodom? So why was she here? Considering how far Sodom is from here, Regalia isn’t a place she could just visit on a whim. And then there’s Seki’teigyu — why did she not give it a unique name? Why did she forge a presumably…
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In the arena, Lylia was standing on the side opposite to Asley, her arms crossed and her eyes closed. Asley, facing her, quietly did a taunting gesture. “What do you think you’re doing, Master?!” Pochi, out of the corridor and now caught up with her Master, smacked him on the head. “Well, she wasn’t responding to me at all, so I figured I’d try doing that! Anyway, your smack hurt like hell, you know!” “What smack? It was probably just your imagination,…
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After dealing with Empress Idïa’s visit, Asley used a continuous effect-type Giving Magic spell to accelerate Pochi’s arcane energy restoration, so as to get her fully charged for the coming fight. “And… here.” At the same time, Asley tried feeding Pochi a vial of Pochibitan D, but the latter refused it. Asley tilted his head, confused. “I’d prefer to fight my opponent on equal terms, sir.” “Oh, so that’s where you’re coming from? I’ll assume that…
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Left with no other choice, I used a wind spell to clean the air, a light source spell to light up the room, and Sancta Boundary to lock Pochi up. “…Something doesn’t feel right, sir!” Pochi shouted like a prisoner in a cage. “It’s not like we have any other choice, you know. Just deal with it until Her Majesty leaves.” “And what’re you gonna give me for the trouble, sir?” “…Three days of Tropical Fruit Sunsmile Deluxe and unlimited sugar…
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The gigantic boar, nicknamed the Happiness Killer, lazily walked forward and stopped in front of us. Its shadow cast over Pochi, making her black fur look even darker… Pochi herself seems to like it. “Check this out, Master! I’m all black! So cool!” That candy sure is working well. It actually IS a normal piece of candy, but Pochi’s personality just went and convinced herself otherwise. From what I’m seeing, the King Happy Killer is level 180, and is named ‘Bull’.…
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“Whoa… this is awesome……” “HUH?! WHAT WAS THAT, MASTER?!” “I SAID THIS IS AWESOME!” “DON’T WORRY, SIR! I’LL BE EVEN MORE AWESOME THAN THIS IF I GO ALL OUT!” What the hell… Now, we do have a reason for talking loudly: the Colosseum’s general seating area is now chock-full of spectators. And sitting in the center of the honored guests’ designated seating area are the Holy Emperor, the two members of the Adams household, and the two…
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“Now hol’ up a minute…” “This can’t be right, sir…” Both of us covered our faces. Pochi seems to be trying on her own way to process the situation, just like me. “What’s our Tūs’ hair color…?” “It’s… black, I think. But more ‘explosive,’ sir.” “What’s our Tūs’ eye color…?” “It’s… also black, I think. But more distorted, sir.” “What’s our Tūs’ catchphrase?” “It’s ‘pain…
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