［Current surviving enemy team members: 3/9］
［Loss of combat capability for a majority of enemy personnel has been confirmed.］
［Dragon Army, you have satisfied Defeat Condition (1) of channel ‘Nation ■■■■’.］
［An overwhelming great victory (大勝) for the Empire’s forces!］
［Interstellar Tournament, Zone 3 Main, Round of 32, Group B — WINNER: ‘Nation Republic of Korea (국가 대한민국)’］
Notifications popped up, but they didn’t really register. Honestly, it felt like they’d come too early.
Death is swift and hollow, but anger lingers.
Jioh snatched up a sword that had fallen nearby, any old way. He fully meant to lop that bastard’s head off and hang it up in the plaza.
Thwack—
“Stop.”
But an arm barred his way. Some 人B punk… Jioh, turning back, simply tossed the hilt away. Thunk.
“Let it go from your eyes too.”
“I said: relax, Gyeon Jioh.”
“…When’d you get here?”
King Jioh, suddenly docile at the sight of his natural enemy, widened his eyes. Pure, guileless, fake-innocent eyes.
Seeing that face back to normal, Gyeon Riok let out a short sigh. Instead of the fist he’d clenched tight, he took Jioh’s cheeks in both hands and…