That teasing voice.
That endlessly relaxed, affectionate way of speaking.
And those eyes that became utterly defenseless only when they rested upon a single person.
Everything was exactly the same.
There was no room for doubt.
The thing Jioh had wanted, had therefore rightfully possessed, and had never once lost.
Mine.
The finest thing in this beautiful galaxy.
“Hm? Why no answer?”
“I missed you.”
“Huh?”
“A lot. So, so much. Do you even need to ask?”
Jin Gyeoul seemed briefly flustered by her unexpectedly obedient response.
Then the corners of his lips slowly spread.
Jioh smiled brightly along with him.
And threw a punch.
“Ghk!”
A chop to the throat, a straight punch to the abdomen, a low kick to the calf.
And finally, an uppercut to that absurdly handsome jaw of his—the kind that somehow still looked genuinely cool whenever he struck a pose and acted impressive, no matter what kind of shitty stunt he had just pulled.
『7-A: Technique score: 10. Artistry score: 10.』
『Babel: Karma score: 100 points! Nice shot!』
Rumble!
Even while being beaten hard enough to raise dust on a rainy day, the sacrificial offering reached completion.
The moment Akya’s earthly representative, the Pope, died from…