Roxanne was amused by what she saw as she walked towards a hallway, eager to greet him. With a huge smile on her face and in a perfect mood, she continued her search for Amon.
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"Who would have thought that he possessed magic after all?" Bruna was talking to a blonde man.
"Was that really magic? I mean, I did not feel any mana coming from him," the blonde man was curious. Every time someone used magic, you could feel traces of mana, but he did not sense it when Amon was fighting.
"Maybe it has something to do with his gift," Bruna replied. She wasn't sure, but that was the only explanation she could think of.
"Well, we will find out how he is doing in the next fight. Arachna is going to fight next, and then we will see how strong he really is," the blonde man expressed his interest in Amon's power. According to his judgment, Arachna was the perfect opponent to test Amon's strength.
"Are you sure? What Amon did to Aaron was disgusting. I don't have anything to do with the WGA, but the sight he will give the audience will be even uglier. Well, only if he wins," Bruna expressed her concerns. She had no affiliation with the WGA and was only interested in the strength of the guild masters. However, she knew that Arachna fought like an animal and would likely torture his opponent during the fight.
"Then so be it. If the WGA's reputation hits rock bottom after that, I will take responsibility for it," Bruna concluded, no longer caring, and left the room.
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Amon stood in a hallway, sipping a cup of coffee. Roxanne was one of the few people who could calm him down, but he couldn't find her. So, for now, the only thing that could calm him down was a cup of coffee.
"Hey, let's leave. It reeks like shit here," a man said to his buddy, clearly referring to Amon. But just as Amon was about to confront the two, he heard the voices of two women.
"What the fuck did you say, you little dicked fucker!" the two women screamed in anger. The first woman was Roxanne, but who was the second one?
It was the sixth coat of arms, Dorothea Ascher. She was 190 cm tall and had well-defined muscles that every man envied. She inherited these traits from the god Colossus, the god of the giants.
Both women cared deeply for Amon, although Dorothea no longer had romantic feelings for him. In the past, she saw him as her savior during her lowest moments, which had led to her previous love for him. Now, she simply wanted him and Roxanne to be happy.
"Lady Roxanne, Lady Dorothea, what are you doing here?" the two men stuttered in fear. They knew the rules when it came to insulting Amon: never insult him in front of his guild members, be cautious when discussing him in the presence of the twelve coats of arms, and most importantly, never insult him in front of his wife. In this moment, the two women had broken all of these rules. What did they mean by "little dicked fucker"? And why was it so crucial not to insult him in front of his wife? The answer was simple: the last person to do so was tortured by her for seven days and seven nights. Her obsession and love for Amon were almost too intense. But Amon loved that side of her, knowing that someone with that personality would never betray him.
"If you say something like that about my Darling even one more time, I swear I will cut your throats," Roxanne seethed with anger, and Dorothea supported her. "That's right, the young master is a wonderful person."
"Yes, of course, we won't do it again," the two-man replied in an instant. Dorothea agreed, ready to believe them. However, Roxanne still harbored thoughts of killing the two man. In that moment, Amon kissed her. She was slightly surprised but returned the kiss. Soon, their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance. Amon gently pulled away and stroked her long, beautiful hair.
"Calm down, everything is alright. I don't want to see your beautifully elegant hands get dirty for these scums. Besides, they're weak. What can they do?" Amon assured Roxanne, and she nodded in agreement. The kiss and his comforting words calmed her down. It was true that he could kill them anytime he wanted, so why bother with such scum?
Deep down, the two men felt a sense of gratitude towards Amon. They knew that if he hadn't intervened, they would be dead by now. However, they still resented him, like many others did. Roxanne was one reason for their animosity. She was a stunning beauty, and if it weren't for him, someone else might have had her. But now, she was his woman, and he was her man.
"Right, Leon said he wanted to discuss something with you. He wants you to come to the room they assigned to our guild," Roxanne remembered that she needed to pass on that information.
"Good, I will go. You two are free to do whatever you want. Enjoy your time in the capital," Amon said. The event was held in the capital of Solara, and they didn't often come here.
Amon walked away slowly but suddenly turned around, as if he had forgotten something important to say. "Oh, and I plan on going on a date with you once I'm finished. Look for some locations you'd like to visit."
Roxanne became even happier, fully prepared, and ready. She now needed to arrange everything, including finding locations, taking a bath, and asking Aiko to dress her appropriately. Aiko was always with them when Amon and Roxanne were away from the guild.
Amon continued his walk towards the room that had been assigned to his guild by the WGA. Each guild had its own room for holding meetings with others. As he opened the door, he saw Leon. It appeared as though Leon had been talking to someone, but Amon dismissed the thought when he realized there was no one else in the room. He remembered that Leon had developed a habit of talking to himself when he was deep in thought and alone.
"Hey, Leon, what did you want to discuss?" Amon turned towards Leon, curious about the reason for their conversation.
"That was an incredible fight. We, the others, have also finished our fights," Leon replied. Each guild was required to send a few representatives. Spellbander had sent Dorothea, the eighth, tenth, and third coat of arms. All of them had finished their fights, and as expected, they had emerged victorious. What kind of fights were these? It was simple: the guild representatives would fight against each other. Those who lost the fight were disqualified from participating in the subsequent rounds. The three tests were designed to test their combat strength, mana control abilities, and knowledge of mana and magic.
"Well, we all anticipated that. But I assume there is another reason why you wanted to talk to me," Amon speculated.
"Yes, it's about your next opponent. I know who he is. Do you want to know?" Leon offered.