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Pinned underneath, Sophiel not only couldn't move, but was also facing the cruel punishment of tickling. Two feathers rhythmically tickled the soles of her feet, each silky strand brushing against her skin, sending waves of stimulation from her feet to her brain over and over again.
"Ha ha ha!! Stop, stop it! Ha ha ha ha!"
"Surrender already?! Ah!! Wait?! No, no, it's not me, ha ha ha!!"
Mid-sentence, even Yuna was attacked.
In a battle that determined Cyclone's life or death, it was all brought down to a chorus of laughter.
But all that Cyclone had done couldn't truly change the situation. Because wrong is wrong, and Cyclone was a bad man who had done something unforgivable. Even if one attempted to find pleasure in it, the wrong deed would not be righted.
What's more, Cyclone didn't even have an ounce of remorse, making him the worst of the worst, deserving of the worst punishment.
As a good child, never imitate Cyclone's actions.
Because...
"I!"
A strong oppressive feeling emanated, cold, sad, negative emotions flooding Cyclone's heart.
"Get lost!"
It seemed Sophiel had been pushed to her limits, as Cyclone's attempt at pleasure failed, and at the same time, a miraculous phenomenon occurred.
At the moment Sophiel angrily shouted, everyone was swept up by a strong wind.
Sheets, pillows, and everyone's clothes were all caught up in it.
"Marcina!"
Sophiel's slender sword turned into numerous flashes of light, and at the same time, there were countless flashes appearing in her right hand.
The moment the sword returned to Sophiel's right hand, she made a horizontal slash, a powerful sword aura cutting through the air.
Even with such a brash slash in the air, its power was devastating.
The path of the slash shattered, extending all the way to where Alexander stood.
If Alexander hadn't used his massive sword in time to block it, the impact of that slash would have destroyed several buildings in the streets.
"Ha... ha ha... ha ha ha... ha ha ha ha!!!"
Even without the feather's comical attack, Sophiel continued to laugh heartily, a hint of madness in her laughter.
"It's really... encountering such things after returning to this continent..."
As Cyclone realized the severity of the situation, Marcina, with her right hand without a staff, gently pointed upwards.
Sophiel, who floated in the air, was suddenly blown away into the distant sky, her figure disappearing from sight.
As if her appearance had become that of an outdated supporting role, here, the only true protagonist was one person.
It wasn't Cyclone, not Cyclone's wife, nor Alexander and the others.
It was the Archmage, Marcina.
Watching over the still-sleeping Onigashima, drool at the corner of his mouth, Marcina made him fly into the sky as well.
Raising his right hand high, he caught the flying wizard hat from the air.
Left eye as a star, right eye as the sun.
With a crescent smile just like Marcina's, the wizard hat leaped onto Marcina's head with a confident smile.
Under the sun's rays, Marcina observed the people below from the sky.
Suddenly, a Spear of Cloud Piercing soared into the sky, and a massive firework burst in the sky. As if synchronized with Marcina's ascension, the world became her backdrop. Countless fireworks shot into the sky, heralding the start of a new day and the joyous Great Dragon Festival continued once more.
"Hahaha~ To wake up in the morning and play so exuberantly, it seems our return is indeed the right choice," Marcina chuckled. Gazing across all of Kakarl, she looked back at Cyclone. "Let's play together again next time... Cyclone."
A gust of wind swirled up, and Marcina, along with Onigashima, ascended into the starlight. "This..."
While everyone was still in a daze, Alexander had already sheathed his greatsword and slowly walked over to Cyclone. "Are you okay?"
"..."
"Although it's a bit sudden, you need to come with me now."
With Alexander's words, Cyclone felt himself being drawn into something very dangerous.
"...Can I refuse?"
"No."
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