Asura eventually released Sigurd, her lips smeared and wet from his saliva, while she gasped. Unable to handle the changed Asura. No longer the man she met a short while ago, he was so passionate and caring.
"Asura, I had something to ask you."
"What, do you want more?" His lips curled into a wicked smile that caused Sigurd to nod before realising and shaking it firmly.
"N-No... later! I will ask you, commander of the seventh Valkyrie unit!"
The next moment, she snapped her fingertips, and the gate to the palace opened. A beautiful young woman appeared, her black hair with silver highlights and bright purple iris watching him with the most respectful and affectionate look he might have ever seen.
'Who!?'
Her lovely steps were graceful and filled with danger. He could feel her skill from a glance. She was stronger than Vela, at least, though Asura felt confused.
