But Feena just hugged him tightly back. She gently put her hand on Al’s and slowly led him down her back, before moving his hand under her skirt.
“Huh? Feena, what the—?!”
What she had done wasn’t on the long list of things Al had been prepared for. He was perplexed—no, straight up unsettled by Feena’s sudden actions.
“I offer you everything I have.”
She let Al experience firsthand the secrets her panties had kept hidden for so long.
“Why...?”
“Because... my breasts wouldn’t fit in your hands.”
Al was speechless, but...
“Al...”
The flustered girl looked up at Al and closed her eyes.
“Ahhh! All right, whatever!”
“Ahhn ♥”
Al directed all his magical energy into his hands as he groped Feena’s soft, plump bottom.
“Feena...”
Feena’s soft, rosy lips met his.
“Hahhh! You’re... grabbing my... I’m getting stronger?! Ah... Ahhhhh!!!”
Just like what happened with Sharon, Feena’s voice reverberated in his mind as he felt mana escaping his body.
“Ah! Ahhh! I’m gonna bweak! Al, it’s too much! I’m gonna bweaaaak!” Feena shouted, though whether it was due to either the pleasure or the overflowing magical energy was unknown.
“Wow... This is much more intense than last time. Is this really— Ah... Rahhhhh!”
Their bodies were enveloped in pleasure and mana.
Bang!
Al’s scythe began to glow and his body was overflowing with mana.
“Mistilteinn...”
As if Mistilteinn understood his feelings, the scythe’s blade shook with apparent glee in response to Al’s whisper.
“Al...”
He looked in front of him.
“This is Caduceus.”
Feena proudly presented her wand. Her simple relic with a blue orb at the tip had transformed into a beautiful, elaborate wand. Its tip branched out into a crescent moon-shaped crystal pulsating with an icy blue light.
“Demon King... found...! DEMON KIIIIIING!”
But they didn’t have time to admire its beauty.
“Feena, take Sharon to Cecilia! I’ll deal with Kanon!”
“What?! Just run—”
Al raised his hand to interrupt Sharon.
“Al?”
Feena was perplexed by his actions as well. Even though they’d performed Heavenly Surge, their opponent was still Kanon, the only person in the world whose strength matched that of a Diva. And to make matters worse, his incredible strength had been further amplified by that mysterious crystal. His attacks were not only lightning fast, they were also powerful beyond belief.
“Just do as I say! Get Sharon out of here!”
Al thrust his scythe toward Feena as he gave his order.
Clanggg!
A katana struck Al’s scythe.
“RAHHHHH! DIEEE!”
Behind it was Kanon, screaming like a frenzied beast.
“Did he just... attack me?”
“No, he’s completely lost i—”
Just as Al began his explanation, Kanon flinched before unleashing a flurry of attacks.
“S-So fast...”
Al somehow managed to fend them off.
“Tch. Feena, fall back!” Sharon muttered, seemingly worried.
“But...”
“Can you seriously have a life-or-death battle with Kanon?”
“Uhhh...”
She couldn’t give her an answer.
“Thought so. We can’t keep holding him back like this! We have to go back to Cecilia, get healed, and rush back to help!”
Sharon made up her mind and began to flee the scene.
“Al...”
Even in the midst of fending off Kanon’s relentless attacks, Al was able to calm Feena’s heart.
“Don’t worry. I swear I’ll save him,” he said with a confident smile.
“Okay. I’ll leave it to you.”
Feena bowed, entrusting her mission to Al.
“Tch! Don’t you dare lose, Al!”
Bitter about how feeble she was, Sharon shouted at Al before escaping to the headquarters. Feena followed after her, offering her shoulder to the limping girl.
“Huh? Now you want to come along?” Sharon asked teasingly, surprised by Feena’s sudden change of heart.
“Thank you, Sharon,” Feena said in the tiniest of whispers.
“What are you thanking me for?! I couldn’t do a thing after Kanon attacked me...” Sharon confessed resentfully.
“But you kept our promise and came to help, so... Thank you.”
“Wh-What’s with you? Geez...”
Sharon clumsily averted her gaze.
“You feel different, like something’s changed about you. You’ve become much more talkative too... Ah! Did you do something with Al on your trip?!” She stared at Feena with her eyes wide open. “Ah, wait, no... I’m not trying to pry or anything...”
Embarrassed by her own thoughts, she stumbled over her words.
“Why? What do you think happened during our trip?” Feena asked with a tiny smile.
“Anyway, we have to get back and have Cecilia heal us.”
“Hey, answer my question!”
“We’ll do that later! Hurry!”
Their quarrel continued until they reached the headquarters.
After confirming that the girls were at a safe distance, Al parried one last attack before jumping backward. “Sorry about that. So, you ready?”
“GRRRRR! DIE, DEMON KING!”
He could feel Kanon’s mad stare piercing his skull. Al was shaking, but curiously—even for him—not because of fear. He was ecstatic about the impending fight.
Is this because of Heavenly Surge, or could it be...
He shook his head as if trying to get rid of his thoughts.
“I have to focus on saving Kanon.” Al said with a wry smile.
He had a plan in mind, but it was so reckless that Feena would never in a million years approve it.
“There’s only one way to do this!”
Al adjusted his grip on Mistilteinn...
“Here we go, Kanon!”
And charged toward his enemy.
“Aaaarghh!”
As if answering a challenge, Kanon also charged in, destroying the ground beneath his feet.
Clang!
Sparks flew through the air, and not just because of the tension between them. But behind the sparks, Kanon had disappeared.
“There!”
Another shower of sparks danced between them. Finally able to perceive Kanon’s attacks, Al clashed with him a couple more times. He’d mastered his defense, but...
“I can’t win by parrying!”
Al steeled his heart and got ready to attack.
Shnk!
“Gahhhh!”
Kanon’s sword peeked out behind Al, at his side. He should’ve been done for, but this was part of his plan. He braced himself for the impact, and...
“Caught you!”
Al lifted his scythe.
“Hahhh!”
Kanon reflexively jumped back, avoiding the would-be fatal strike by a hair’s breadth.
“How can you move so freely in that armor?!”
Still on edge, Al quickly tapped his side and expelled all the pent-up air in his lungs.
This is...
Al stole a glance at Mistilteinn. Because of Heavenly Surge, mana was quite literally seeping from Al’s pores. He’d have gone berserk if he weren’t consciously working to contain it. With such strength coursing through his veins, his previous attack would’ve assured his victory if he’d had a better grip on his weapon.
I have to say, my second time with Heavenly Surge is much different...
Kanon’s strikes were painful as hell, but they weren’t fatal. Though that didn’t shield him from all the damage.
“I guess this’ll be a battle of endurance, huh?”
Al’s scythe roared as it swung toward Kanon.
“What is... this...?”
After Cecilia was more or less done, Feena and Sharon regrouped with Al.
Both armies were extremely exhausted, but the battle was still raging on. However, the moment they got Kanon back, the battle would be over.
“Al... What the hell are you doing?” Sharon murmured when she saw the brutal scene in front of her.
“Ah, Sharon! Don’t worry, I’ll get him soon!”
Al was drenched in sweat. There wasn’t a single scratch on his body, but the sheer amount of sweat he had produced was certainly not natural.
“Are you—”
“GRAHHHH!”
Completely overshadowing Sharon’s voice, Kanon roared as he struck once again.
“Gahh!”
It was a clean hit on Al’s defenseless shoulder.
“Aaaaaah!”
Then, in the blink of an eye, Al raised his scythe and slashed at Kanon. By the time his scythe had completed its arc, Kanon was nowhere near it.
“Are you... trading blows?”
“Cut the crap! You’ll collapse—”
“Don’t worry! Heavenly Surge keeps me fueled, and about once every five swings I can land a hit!”
“But your stamina...”
Feena had instantly spotted Al’s single weakness.
“Al, I’m going in!”
Sharon unsheathed her sword, ready to charge.
“No! I’ll be the one to save Kanon! It might be silly, it might be selfish, but Toshisaka entrusted ME with saving his friend, and I’ll be damned if I don’t carry out his last wish!”
Al no longer cared if he was seen as a selfish brat. All he wanted was to fulfill his promise, and because of that...
“Then... I’ll be watching you.”
A stern yet graceful voice echoed over the battlefield. Al glanced over to see Feena staring at him, grasping the sides of her dress.
“I’ll be watching, so go save Kanon!”
Feena bit her lip in both frustration and anticipation.
“All right, all right. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll stay back and watch. You’d better finish this quickly, got it?!” Sharon said as she sheathed her weapon.
“Thanks. I’ll finish this with the next blow!”
Even though he didn’t seem to have suffered any injuries, his body was reaching its limit. Despite that, he once again fixed his grip, and...
“Come, Kanon! Come at me with all you’ve got!”
Al got ready to attack.
“It’s time to finish this once and for all! O Scythe of the Demon King, lend me your strength!”
“RAHHHH! DIE, DEMON KING!”
They both charged at the same time.
“Urrraaaaaah!”
Kanon deflected Al’s strike with his blade. The redirected scythe managed to knock off Kanon’s helmet, but Al was left completely defenseless in the middle of his jump. He tried to readjust his grip as quickly as he could, but Kanon was quicker.
“I won’t lose here!”