Tgurneu-sama

“Maybe Adlet really loves Flamie after all. I should just disappear from his life …”

{ After all the mess with Rokka fandom and my entire life- I decided to bring Nashetania back uvu I accidentally deleted all my blogs instead of one and had to rebuild her. 

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The kyouma appeared and called her by the royal phrase. Princess. As the one one wanted to set a peace between the fiends and humans, Nashetania felt a weird sensation. Worse than the insane anger with Adlet that she had. She was the one whom cooperated with the kyouma to achieve her goal.

But that was not what she wanted, what she expected. She didn’t assume that feelings would bloom in her heart, at least not a powerful ones. How could the princess tell it would happen? Could she anticipate it that–

She would fall for Adlet?

And Dozzu- Pft. It had been since she heard the name.

A pair of ruby eyes had met the kyouma’s eyes. He was not like all the fiends, Tgurneu was one of a three- an elite three, you could tell. They were not aiming to kill humans blindly but had an emotional intelligence and understanding. 

“It messed up.” Nashetania answered quietly and a dangerous softness leaked from it.

He turned his head and glared directly at the girl, smiling wide.

“Do you really think I’ll let the strongest pawn in the world die so quickly when he’s so useful?”

Nashetania had betrayed her companions. This was the past that could not be changed. Of course they were hurt by this, but she had also taken considerable mental damage.

…Thus, no matter which side he decides to approach, he can reopen and pry into those wounds. Gently, slowly. Yet also cruelly and painfully.

Tgurneu’s words were knifes that stabbed her heart repeatedly as long as he spoke them. The princess’s body chilled as the crimson eyes glared at him blankly. Nashetania couldn’t take back what she had already done, No matter how deeply she regretted it. She should have listened to Adlet. They could do it, They could defeat the demon and seal it.

But Nashetania let the darkness lead her and became the seventh. Instead of being by their side, She aimed to kill them. She wasn’t herself. The princess wanted to stop it, not to have more blood spill.

She definitely failed in everything. And had to run away.

However, Nashetania couldn’t fail in protecting, at least, Goldov and Adlet. In both of them she hurt with the announcement. She had known Goldov all her life and he stayed faithful despite the occasions.

And Adlet–

Why do you believe him? Goldov asked her once.  Because he is different. Nashetania answered him right away.

“Succeed how?” Nashetania hissed coldly and stepped towards the kyoma.

There was a part of her that burned inside, urging him to slay him right there. To stop the darkness from spreading any further.

“I can’t take back what I did to them. To him-” Nashetania muttered. “But he’ll move on. He is strong. I’m… not an important person whom their betrayal will weaken him.”

She was earnest.

Her cold words that hid her blazing whirlpool of emotions. If he could only break that-

Tgurneu laughed as he faced the determined princess. He almost couldn’t stop, but there were still things to be said.

“Excellent! Simply excellent!” he exclaimed, in front of her sharp demeanor and sharp blade. “You believe a simple fight would solve everything?”

He once again laughed, then made the challenge.

Her grip around the blade tightened.

“You were the easiest brave to manipulate, Adlet-san.”

I was wrong about you, Adlet.

I underestimated you. You kept proving yourself though in front of me. I fell in love with who you are. The special man you are. You were different. I was drawn to you. You made me believe…  Even though I was the seventh- That I wasn’t a fake.

“Filthy Kyoma.” Nashetania hissed as tears filled her eyes again. She approached. “I will slay you to the core of your heart-”

She was leaning her head on his shoulder as they were watching the sunrise. She softened. His face were flushing. “Let’s do it together.” He glanced at her before he turned his golden eyes to the beautiful view. “Y-Yeah.”

The crimson eyes burned with inner fire of various powerful emotions. Her blades obeyed her order and pointed their sharp tips on the kyoma as she spoke.

He made Nashetania snap.

Her storm of passion and anger burst into a red-hot flower of death aiming to devour him.

And yet, he felt overjoyed. Even while facing one of the strongest Saints alive, he could only feel the tingles of excitement.

“On your dead body, huh?” he bellowed. “Yes... I wonder what Adlet would think when he sees that!”

Despite his strange appearance and mismatching body parts, Tgurneu’s current body was in fact extremely capable in battle. It wouldn’t be easy, but he would be able to deal with the power of the Saint of Blades.

However, Nashetania in her anger might overwhelm him. 

Nevertheless he smiled. Preparing for battle, he drew several small objects from the mouth in his chest.

“A fine day…” Hamyuts chuckled. “A fine day, indeed……for killing peopl–I mean walking around with your loved ones, that is.”

“Nice to meet you, you can refer to me as Hamyuts Meseta,” she shook the gentlemanly creature’s hand without a flinch.

“Why, yes. I’m suprised you know about us, Hamyuts Meseta.” he answered. “But unsurprisingly you do not know the full picture. Yes, most of us are no more than savage beasts, yet some possess great intelligence... I’m a living example of that, of course.” 

Based on the woman’s mannerisms, he had a hard time judging her character. But one thing for sure, Tgurneu couldn’t allow himself to lower his guard around her.

Mora froze at the sudden appearance of Tgurneu. She had no time to waste in defeating the fiend commander yet there was no way she could do it on her own.

“Now, for my secret weapon I prepared exactly for our battle!” he exclaimed dramatically, once again grabbing an object in his chest. However, he made a puzzled expression after he pulled it out - it was simply cabbage. “Wait, that’s not it...”

(For those who don’t know, it’s also by Rokka’s author)