The day after the Bellevin resolved its final crisis and sailed back to the port of Lugoin, a young man in a wheelchair was talking to his maid in the seaside wooden house where the "Foxhead Fox" lived in the harbor area of Lugoin.

"Kurast has fallen, and Rugoin is likely to be the next target... Their plan is likely to be launched soon. ”

The young man in the fox head mask was sitting in a wheelchair and looking out the window in front of him, looking out the seascape and said.

There was no expression on his face under the mask, and a trace of blonde hair on his forehead that was exposed outside the mask was fluttering in the sea breeze.

"So what does it matter? The young master guessed a long time ago that the group of people took the initiative to help us, and it was definitely not a good intention. ”

The maid Jenna crouched beside him and gently pressed her face to one of his hands on her lap.

"Heh... Jenna, are you afraid? ”

The young man smiled bitterly, he knew that if that group of people was ready to launch a plan, then he, an ordinary person who was "one of the three leaders of the Protective Front", would definitely be the first person they wanted to eradicate.

Because as long as he was there, their plans would never have succeeded.

"Don't be afraid... The young master was able to let me be with you in the first place, which was already the greatest reward for Jenna, and Jenna had nothing more to ask for......

Besides, when we were sent by the master to assist the young master, didn't we already think of this ending? ”

Jenna raised her face, her soft and beautiful face full of tenderness.

“... Hahaha! That's right! I, Fawkes, can be with you in this life, even if it is not for a long time, but it is already in vain to walk in this world!

Let's get out! That guy should have arrived, so let's play this last play for the young master! ”

Fawkes was silent for a moment, and then suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of ease and anger.

"Yes, young master, let me open the door for you."

Jenna stood up, with a big smile on her face, and walked to the door of her room and gently opened it.

Then, she pushed Fawkes down the hallway into the room where he used to read books and directors.

Not long after they entered the room, a guy in a black cloak walked in from outside.

"My lord, you're looking for me."

"Well, can you report back on how much of our 'cargo' we have stockpiled?"

Fawkes hummed faintly, then asked.

"Our 'cargo' is ready to go, just waiting for your order, and we are ready to go."

There was a hoarse voice from under the black cloak.

"Very well, pass my orders, immediately terminate all action plans, abolish all intended targets, and prepare to destroy those 'goods'!"

Fawkes nodded, and suddenly his voice changed and said in a voice full of majesty.

"It's... What the?! Why?! The black cloak nodded habitually, but suddenly realized that the order was wrong, and raised his head in shock, forgetting even the habit of hiding his voice and face.

This is not to blame him, after all, they have been preparing that "plan" for decades, and they don't know how much effort they have paid for it, and how much they have sacrificed.

Now, just as it is about to be completed, the adult actually said that he would abandon the plan?!

This made him feel completely unacceptable.

"Stupid! Haven't you heard the news yet? Kurast has fallen! Fawkes's voice was sharp, and he gave a sharp reprimand at the black cloak.

"It's... But... What does that have to do with us? The black cloak was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he whispered in a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"Kurast and our Rugoin are just separated by a blue ocean that is not very wide! It used to be a heavily fortified port, and even it has fallen, do you think Lu Gaoin will still be able to sleep peacefully?

The position we want only makes sense if Rugoin exists, and if Lugoin is destroyed, then what's the use of us sitting on that chair?! ”

Fawkes shook his head and reprimanded loudly again.

"I... I understand... I'm going to go... Forehead! ”

The black cloak nodded a little panickedly, and was just about to turn around and exit the room to convey Fawkes's order, when suddenly his body shook, and his face instantly turned dead.

On his chest, a large, jet-black, metallic claw grabbed a beating heart and slowly stretched out, and then before the people in the room could react, the claw squeezed it fiercely, and the heart was clawed into a blood foam.

Then, a man in a cloak of colored feathers stepped out from behind the corpse that had slowly fallen to the ground in the black cloak, ignoring the blood on the ground and the flesh foam on his right hand, which had been transformed back into a human hand, and clapped his hands to himself and walked up to Fawkes.

The maid Jenna immediately assumed a fighting stance, but instead of taking out any weapons, she drew two one-handed swords composed entirely of flames from the air beside her hands out of thin air.

"Yo! Not bad! A variant version of the fire boost? You're a mage, and you've mutated this skill... It must be bothering, right? ”

The colored feather cloak smiled playfully, and didn't pay attention to the awe-inspiring Jenna at all.

"I'm sleepy, you'll find out soon!"

The maid was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and rushed forward directly with two flame swords.

At the same time, the maid outfit on her body also instantly changed into a set of professional equipment, in which gold and blue were mixed, and the necklace hanging around her neck revealed a dark golden brilliance.

"Drink!" Jenna didn't look like a mage at all, but more like a slender barbarian.

She kept wielding her flame sword and attacked the Cloak of Colored Feathers, and the attack was so fierce that it even slowly raised the temperature around her.

However, her opponent is not a good character.

I saw this guy stretch out two hands that completely turned into black bird claws from his cloak, and easily blocked all the maid's attacks.

The maid Jenna's two flaming swords that can instantly cut through steel can't help this person's fleshy claws at all.

"Rainbow Feather Mister! What do you mean! Fawkes, who had to retreat to the corner of the room after being fought by the two, shouted loudly with a gloomy face.

That's right, this guy in the cloak of colored feathers is "Colored Feather Mister", one of the three leaders of the Popular Defence Front.

"Don't play dumb! I know you've seen through our plans! And you were going to thwart us from the beginning to implement that plan!

Am I right?! Mr. Albert Itsiekyl?! ”

Mistre said in a slightly mocking voice as he easily coped with Jenna's attack.

Hearing the name, the young man in the wheelchair narrowed his pupils, he was silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha! The City of Divine Punishment is really powerful! Even this identity has been found out by you! That's right, I'm the second son of the Izquir family, the rumored Albert Izquir who has died! ”

"Hah! Just admit it! What a game of chess you Izquir family has played! He pretended to die as soon as his second son was born, but in fact he was secretly cultivated, preparing to plan your family's plan to seize power in the dark, right?! ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Mister easily knocked back one of Jenna's combos, and then continued in a condescending tone.

"It's a pity that you can't understand that this world has always been dominated by the strong!

Even if a mortal is smart, in the end, he is just making a wedding dress for the strong!

Just like you are now! Same with your family! ”

"......" The young man stared at Mist silently without saying a word, but out of the corner of his eye, he kept looking at the maid Jenna.

The other party is stalling for time, but it is exactly what he wants.

"Fuck off! You stinking little! I've wasted enough time with you!

Right now! I'm going to end it all! ”

Jenna was about to continue rushing forward, but was forced back by her opponent's sudden and ferocious claw, and before she could land and stand firm, Mist's body wrapped under the cloak of colored feathers suddenly swelled.

A giant crow covered with purple-black feathers, with long feathers of various colors on the crown of its head, and a body as high as three meters, quickly appeared in front of the two.

The crow had a pair of claws on its feet, another pair on its chest, and a large purple-black wing on its back, which was wider than the entire room.

Its head was exactly that of a crow, but it had four pairs of blood-red eyes that grew in a row, and now they were staring at the two masters and servants with shocked faces in front of them with a greedy light.

"Raven... Morphology?! Jenna muttered.

The young man in the wheelchair of the "......" also looked a little pale.