Correcting Mistakes

For a moment, Tales felt as if he had returned to six years ago—to that final confrontation with Giza in the Shield District of Dragoncloud City, inside the body of Hydra Kilika.

The same calm rationality, isolating him from emotion.

The same strange sensation in his body, his thoughts hazy and distant.

Sin of the Hell River was utterly silent.

Another power surged mysteriously within him.

Prince of Starfall gazed at the Alchemy Ball in his hand, sensing its wonder.

He could see the Alchemy Ball's inner structure: a strange energy, wrapped in countless metal disks, rotating gently and steadily like a sleeping animal.

He even knew that if he gently pulled out one of the mechanism's locking plates, the docile energy would transform into raging waves, forcing its way out, unleashing its ferocity and devouring everything around it.

So clear.

So simple.

Tales raised his head in satisfaction, his gaze slowly sweeping over the assassins before him.

The young Prince happily started forward.

Wherever his gaze fell, wherever the Alchemy Ball pointed, the enemies retreated in panic.

Sakrael frowned as he watched Tales advance step by step. "Hey, you..."

"Don't worry," Tales said flatly.

"It'll be over soon."

"You just handle the leftovers."

Sakrael's words caught in his throat.

Leftovers?

What did that mean?

He scratched his head blankly.

Was that one of the Kingdom's new expressions?

"Fall back, Your Highness!" Fuse forced down his tension and rasped, "If you're trying to threaten us with the Alchemy Ball..."

But Tales merely chuckled, stuffed the Alchemy Ball into his clothes, and raised his longsword instead.

"The Alchemy Ball?"

"Do I look like that kind of tasteless person?"

Fuse froze.

The next second, the Prince extended his left hand, his expression turning cold.

"First..."

Tales' palm opened and closed, as if