472,

After Hilmirya fell down, Cyclone approached with a ridiculous expression on his face.

"What!? You, a woman, actually attempted to murder your own husband?!!"

Cyclone observed at close range, so close that he could even use his tongue to test Hilmirya's reaction.

While being cautious of Hilmirya's possible resurrection, Cyclone also wanted to savor the artificial masterpiece before him.

Caught in a dilemma, Cyclone took a step back and cautiously probed the situation using only his left hand.

After a moment of scrutiny, Cyclone was certain.

"The texture~ can't be wrong, it's the mountain I conquered back then~"

Chin held high, Cyclone pondered.

How exactly did she muster the determination to lose weight to this extent, turning those excess fats into muscles?

No one could answer Cyclone's question.

Nevertheless, if it wasn't for that wild determination, Hilmirya would truly have become a piece of fresh meat, and on top of that, a busty beauty, Cyclone's favorite.

Although not blond, her body proportions were even more explosive than Elyse's.

"Mmm..."

Admiring his wife's body, Cyclone couldn't help but sink into contemplation.

Hilmirya had now completely succumbed to darkness, though Cyclone understood the concept of a wolf in sheep's clothing, he never imagined the transformation to be this dark.

In a way, she was a bomb, a highly dangerous blue bomb.

The challenge was an instinct of man, coupled with his persuasive power, Cyclone had no intention of giving up.

Since he once said that if Hilmirya slimmed down, he would marry her, a promise he intended to keep, even if it had been made somewhat lightly.

Moreover, the slimmed-down Hilmirya had turned into a super-beautiful woman, and Cyclone couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

However, given the urgent situation, Cyclone decided to temporarily set aside Hilmirya's issue and attend to another pressing matter at hand.

"Alright, I'll properly train you later~"

Standing up, Cyclone walked to the door of the small cabin.

"I should check how things are with Yuna first..."

Sending Cyclone to the cabin was undoubtedly an attempt to keep him away from the battlefield.

But even Yuna believed that Cyclone staying away was crucial for his survival, indicating that formidable opponents were present.

Would Yuna lose?

No, Cyclone didn't think so at all.

If Yuna thought she couldn't win, she would have already chosen to escape with Cyclone instead of fighting.

This was also one of the ethos of the Cyclone family: fight fiercely when winning and act confidently when losing.

Yuna had just shown confidence in initiating the battle, not arrogance.

Therefore, Cyclone was deeply convinced that Yuna would be fine.

Next, there was only one thing for Cyclone to do.

Assess the situation on the battlefield, make an appearance when necessary, act confidently, and claim some heads.

Thinking about it, a grin involuntarily crept onto Cyclone's lips.

"Let's decide it like this~hehehe~"

Cyclone exerted all his strength to finally pull out the small knife stuck in the door, and at the same time pushed the door open. Slowly poking his head out, Cyclone began to observe in secret. However, after quietly watching for a while, he found that there was no trace of any fighting whatsoever, not even a sound. If there wasn't even any trash-talking, the situation was truly eerie.

"Hmm... could it be over already?" Cyclone pondered. "Damn! In that case, have I missed out on all the action?" Squinting his eyes, Cyclone decided to take a step forward. The battle might not be here anymore, or it could indeed be over. Although the latter was unlikely, because if it was really over, Yuna would have informed Cyclone. What if they lost?!

Shaking his head, Cyclone realized it was no longer a time to watch a show. He quickened his pace and approached swiftly. Nonetheless, his steps had to remain light. Whatever was happening inside, Cyclone had to proceed with caution. Step by step, Cyclone passed through the spiral staircase and immediately leaned against the door after reaching it. Hiding in front of his own room's door, he cautiously peered out.

At that moment, an indescribably strange scene unfolded before Cyclone's eyes. "..." For a moment, Cyclone was at a loss for words. But if he had to choose an adjective to describe the scene before him, Cyclone would say... "This move... I give it a full score!"

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