Momo read Burn’s mind.
pared to the previous loops, Yvain’s attempt at quering the Elysian Kingdom ractically a hallmark of gentility.
He rolled out the red carpet for evacuations and gave them ample time to pack their teacups and tiaras—a real gentleman of a young king.
It was all to lessen the number of casualties.
A, amidst this courteous quest, Yvain allowed the kingdom's desperate schemes to unfurl—apparently indifferent to their dreadful nature.
In the previous loops, Burn hadn't given them a ce to even 'harvest' the Prince's seed. But post-quest, whispers of their wild pns reached his ears through the grapevine of gossip and official snitg.
Burn was as skeptical about whether these horrible strategies would ever e to fruition. However, today served up the cold, hard proof.
And Yvain had to be the oo witness it himself.
After Momo grasped the situation, she pieced together the possibility and wao meet Yvain quickly, just to be safe.
She was afraid of being right, and that fear came true.
Thus, the moment the two saw the capital in fmes, and Yvain in the ter of it, they firmed it.
"A—n!"
"—n!"
Her voice faltered, swallowed by the dense mana field enveloping them. Uerred, Momo infused her own voice with mana.
"AIN!"
"WAKE UP!"
The boy turned, his eyes vat yet somehow respoo her call.
"I'm back. I'm here, Ain."
He remained motionless, his senses dulled and distant.
But surrender was not in Momo's nature. She pressed forward, fueling her every step with her Vision.
As she drew he violent mana began its assault.
Thirty feet away, and her sleeve disied into nothing as she reached forward.
Twenty feet, and her skin began to blister and peel.
At te, her flesh was rent, piece by piebsp;
Now, just three feet away, the bone in her arm y bare, her hand stripped entirely of skin, nerves, and flesh.
Yet she moved forward.
“Ain, I’m back.”
Perhaps if she pressed on, her very bones might begin to crumble into dust. Maybe, just maybe, if she pushed a little further, the rest of her body—her already half-vanished facluded—might just decide to vanish pletely.
But would she stop?
“Have you decided to die again?”
It was weird.
Wheouched her skeletal arm with his equally bony hand, stripped of flesh, it felt like a prrasp—warm and sturdy, despite the total absence of nerves.
At that moment, his Force touched her Vision.
Supported by Burn's support, Momo took the final step. When she finally mao tap Yvain's head with the palm of her bony hand, everything—miraculously—began to simmer down.
SSSSSSHHHH!
As if someone had finally found the off switch, Yvain's mana rampage and its apanying fire tornado began to dissolve, like sugar in tea—only far less sweet and rather more eventful.
It was over.
As the chaos unwound and the fiery swirls gave their final flicker, Yvain's body, which had been h mid-air, started its unscheduled dest towards the ground.
Gravity, no longer maniputed by the pure mana field, was ba business.
Momo and Burn lunged forward. As they reached out, Yvain's falling form led perfectly into their arms, creating what could only be described as a skeletal group hug—warm in iion, if chilling in appearance.
"Mas...ter...?"
Yvain's eyes fluttered open, awake. There, in front of him, stood the very woman he had been waiting for, though she had undergone a bit of areme makeover.
Her face was now a charming mix of flesh and bone, showg a daring half-skeleton look, while the entire side of her body boasted a bold, flesh-free finish.
"Master?!" he excimed, fusion mingling with a hint of horror.
Before Yvain could further process everything, the ure, clearly unbothered by the skeletal chic before him, reached out.
Burn grasped Momo's partially destroyed —a bold choice of handholds—and pulled her into a kiss that was as surprising as finding a rose growing in a battlefield.
“Eh—?”
But the real jaw-dropper came post-smooch.
Momo's flesh began tee. Her beauty bloomed anew, her skin smoothing over. The red on her cheek transformed from gruesome to a glowing blush—the kind you'd expect after a good kiss, not a horror show.
Her body followed suit, knitting itself back together, right down to her once skeletonized arm.
Reborn.
“It’s enough, Your Majesty. You o heal yourself too—mmh…”
“Your Maj—”
“Stooop~”
Yvain’s face morphed from shock to ht disgust in record time.
“Ugh! COUGH! COUGH!”
Right on cue, Momo chose that moment to cough out blood, her expression bnk from pain. Meanwhile, Burn, ever the pragmatist, looked on with irritation.
“Don’t you dare spit blood on my face. Get kissed obediently,” he anded, shooting her what could only be described as a 'death gre'.
His body, too, had begun tee, as if his cells were in petition with his ego.
“Yeees~”
Momo found herself melting into the kiss, as if she were a pat of butter on a hot skillet. His Force surged through her, c through the freshly minted veins in her body.
And just like that, Momo was back to her full health.
Meanwhile, Yvain had caught up with the plot, his memory now fully refreshed. As he turo survey the aftermath, the se before them was less 'picturesque kingdom' and more 'disaster'.
The pace of Elysian, once a bea of grandeur, was now just a footnote in the annals of "Oops, we blew it up."
The capital was still an impromptu bohough now it seemed more people had found their buckets and hoses. They scurried about, throwing water with a newfouhusiasm, perhaps motivated by the fact that the source of fire had been distinguished.
“I’m sorry.”
Yvain's voice carried a new weight, the kind that es with freshly unpacked self-awareness. “I am… dangerous.”
Momo sighed, “That’s why, you must wear the charms and artifacts I gave you. The Frostbearer’s Heart could’ve prevented all this from happening—or at least, lessehe damage.”
Yvain looked down, his youthful face etched with deep guilt. His emotions, a whirlwind as potent as his magical misfires, had clearly gotteter of him.
Shock, a new and unwele guest in his emotional repertoire, had nudged him into a full-bloage.
But as the dust settled and the fires dwindled, it was clear that at the end of the day, his master had saved him again.
She had returo him.
"Now, we have to this up," Momo decred, attempting thten up with the grace of someone who'd just survived a minor apocalypse.
She twisted her waist, probably cheg if all parts were still operational, befetting down to business.
Raising her hand to the sky, she summohe greatest mana she could muster with her Vision.
In the blink of an eye, she absorbed the fmes scattered about the capital city, snuffing them out like dles on a birthday cake, much to the relief of its beleaguered inhabitants.
As she performed her magical fire extinguishing routine, Momo turoward Burn, catg his intense gaze. " you help the injured? You distribute healing items and aid, right?" she asked, hopeful.
"What are you doing, using your power for such a useless thing?" Bured, his question dripping with the kind of disdain usually reserved for those who use fine wio put out a barbecue.
"You thought helping them was obvious, so you ignored my request, huh?" Momo chuckled, her ughter tinged with the delight of uandily what the man had in mind.
She then gathered the fmes and dehem into a small ball of light—mirr Burn's feat with the ser beams from the mech armors. Smiling at him, she quipped, "I learned a lot from you."
Burn frowned, irritated.
This woman was just too—
“AI DOWN!”
It lit-sed act. Despite screaming at Yvain to get down, Momo was already leaping toward Burn, pushing him out of the way—when a bst of light struck her skull, killing her instantly.
Burn turned, his movements feeling like slow motion, his brain processing the informatioimes faster than normal, even before he nded on the ground from her push.
He saerson in a mech suit, holding a gun, pointed right at the spot where he had been standing before. It was a on this world had not yet seen—but he had seen it in his previous loops.
The White Dwarf.
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