1368 City of Pleasure, Part 203 - Endless Desire

"The monk kept exploring. The masked tutor continued to emerge in every tragic setting, manipulating things himself with little dirt on his hands. The number of years exceeds 100, even if only figured out. I don't know what you did that for, but I kept looking for ways to uncover who you are and defeat you - who you are, woman. He's the captain of the Blackhawk mercenary regiment, but isn't that who you really are?

Volgius inquired, but the foundine looked cool and took out the whip.

"You're a well-spoken grandfather. I have no idea what you're talking about-- well, isn't it 'cause it was fun' in my imagination?

"It was fun, you say?

"When you were a kid, you never played with worm limbs? But when it gets bigger, it's not enough, so the subject just moved to human beings - can't you think of that?

"Anyone who can think about that is brutal"

"But it's funny how humans fight and kill each other without suffering or needing to be trapped and resented."

It was at the same time that Volgius launched an attack on the sleazy laughing foundine. A large number of warcraft emerge from the shadows behind them at the same time as the foundines whip down the throwing knife. From large to small, habitats also appear in many scattered warcraft.

"I'm a warcraftsman foundane. You can use many of the warcraft you've taught. I'm called captain by myself because I have these kids. Now, are you ready to deal with more than a hundred warcraft?

"Hundreds? Is that enough?

At the same time as the words, all the heads of the Warcraft blew away. It was the copper coin that was dancing with the flying head. At the same time as Fondaine identifies the copper coins that dance through the universe with a surprising look, the more released copper coins are unleashed over the Fondaine.

Even more surprising are Volgius, a planted figure filled with copper coins all over his body so that he could throw them, and a body that was more forged than he thought an old man would be.

"That's a great body, Grandpa. I don't like it. If I were 20 years old, I'd fall in love."

"No matter how beautiful you are, I'm sorry about a woman like you. Those eyes, what have I seen that would make me a hate-burning eye? You look like a flame of hatred that just burns the world down."

"If you can really burn with hatred, my hatred will cover the world. You just have to burn it down, I can't believe this world."

The shape of the whip changed at the same time as the foundine summoned further warcraft. Its shape splits like a three-headed dragon. No, it was the dragon itself. Now it was Volgius's turn to be surprised.

"What's that?

"It must be a weapon less known to the world. It's a whip made from the body of a warcraft called Irvegan. The original Warcraft is pretty vicious, the more vicious you fight. One head, two more. How long will you be able to see your head?

"Irvegan, you say? That should be a warcraft crusaded hundreds of years ago. What the hell are you..."

"Women have a lot of secrets, don't they? If you want to know more, try contacting me with your strength."

At the same time that Piri, and Fondaine whipped the ground, the Warcraft were attacking, and the attack of the linear Volgius and the attack of the arc-drawing Fondaine were painting in the town of dusk.

Continued