Chapter One-Hundred and Two.Five – Glorious Vengeance! Such Elegance?!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Aono somehow managed to get out of the Outpost when Drake and the others had left.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She hid behind a tree, her breathing in ragged heaps as she pushed her sweat-painted sses up by the brim. Surrounded by monsters that could easily find and kill her should she make a wrong move or make too much sound.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully the scene that was ying out was more than good for a distraction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was art.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her breath began to strain once again, this time from the pure euphoria she was receiving watching the battle in front of her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Elegance….” she whispered, her sses giving off a quick glint from the sun as she poked her head out from the tree just a little bit more to get a better view. In one hand a pen, in the other a faintly glowing piece of paper.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked on at the scene, wildly beginning to sketch onto the paper the action unfolding in the form of pure unadulterated violence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My sparkling knight in shining armor is killing the foul beasts left and right! The magic! The punching! The stabbing? Oh?! Ohhhhh?!?! This spell?! Is this an ultimate move?!” Aono began to squeal with fangirl jubtion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She looked as Drake muttered his spell, his staff appearing before him as multiple spells began to form andsh out in all directions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now that is magic! Yes, continue your great deeds, my Knight! I shall document them passionately and precisely!” she giggled looking down at the page.


    <span style="font-weight:400">On the faintly glowing paper a figure, supposedly Drake, stood his chin upwards lit in the color of his spells as they killed throngs of monsters in his way. The only thing that seemed to be misrepresented was Drake’s face. It missed his iconic mask, instead reced with a chiseled jawline and an incredibly handsome face with equally sparkling teeth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s perfect…” she whispered, then her head snapped as she heard the horn of more monsters sound.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She gazed at the unfolding fight, amazed once again by the quickly disappearing monsters and equally elusive Drake who seemed to move so fast he was teleporting, forcing Aono to scrunch up her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, a little Artistic Liberty is always required I guess…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Looking on, her hand drafting the page at a feverish pace as she tried to take in the entire scene second by second.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After what felt like hours and her face pooling with sweat, Drake had finally stopped. Something in the air washed over the surroundings even reaching her as she felt a chill, her drawing hand stopping momentarily as her face shook in its position.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her gaze locked on the still Drake in the middle of an army of green statues.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The next moment seven magic circles formed in front of him, and she heard him utter his spell.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Heretical Endowment of the Elementalist! Septenarius!”</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake lit up in an assortment of cascading colors, glowing in the bask of the elements as they infused him with their power.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Aono couldn’t help but sob her next words as her tears would not stop falling.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ele-ruh-granceuuu….!”