"B-Becta."
Pinned beneath Becta's foot, Droube struggled to lift his head. But the instant he showed any intention of doing so, the force beneath Becta's foot suddenly increased, as though a thousand-ton weight had pressed him back into the ground.
"Hm? Did you just say something?"
Becta lazily tilted his head and pretended to pick at his ear, wearing an extremely punchable expression.
"Ugh..."
Droube was already severely wounded all over. With Becta's foot pinning him down, he could barely breathe, let alone speak properly.
He had lost.
While Yuma and the others had been fighting Giragu and those Barian thugs, Droube had left.
Because, just as he had said before, his wavering resolve did not mean his position had immediately changed.
Conspiracy or Don Thousand's schemes, Droube's current identity was still one of the Barian Emperors. That fact had not changed. He still had to consider Barian World and the innocent Barian people.
He was not particularly concerned about the destruction of the Human World. If he had to put it into words, the only point on which he currently agreed with Yuma and the others was defeating Don Thousand.
That was why he had returned, back to Barian World, to confront Becta directly.
He suspected that Don Thousand's seal might have been lifted, and among the remaining Seven Emperors, only Becta would do such a thing. So he found Becta and confronted him. An argument broke out, the argument turned into a Duel—
And then it had become this.
Had Becta become this strong without him realizing it?
Droube was horrified.
In his memory, Becta should have been weaker than him. Yet the strength Becta displayed today had far exceeded his expectations. Looking back, it seemed that he had not had the slightest chance from beginning to end.