"What a loving couple, so blissful they need not envy immortals."
"But if your love is built upon this land, upon the wails of all its people—"
Torrent Gallop carried Xiang An down into the palace. The dust that had yet to settle rose up once more, and a voice rang out with anger woven into it.
"How ugly, Child of Light of Ireland." Artoria was not riding Llamrei, yet her sigh reached them as well.
Powerful, yet ugly.
But Cu Chulainn did not care much.
"So you think you've got me cornered?" He forced himself slowly to his feet. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, but his smile grew ever more savage. His sharp teeth bared in a vicious grin as his eyes locked through the dust onto Xiang An and Artoria. "I haven't left the stage yet."
"It's not every day I run into opponents this interesting, not every day I get to have such a satisfying fight—"
"And you're trying to reason with me here?"
"Even my Berserker brain thinks you're insane!"
Clang—
Cu Chulainn gripped the black-and-red spear in his hand and slammed it into the ground.
"What kingly path, what qualifications—I don't give a damn about any of that."
"There's only one reason I became this mad king in this damned America."
He pointed his spear straight at Xiang An and grinned ferociously.
"Because Maeve wanted me to be king."
Whoosh—
Boom!!!
A grenade exploded before Cu Chulainn's face once more, forcing him to raise both arms against the blast. Yet his feet did not shift even an inch.
Maeve lay behind Cu Chulainn, watching him stand before her. There were no tears in her eyes; she was merely thinking about something.
Right now, she felt—wonderful.
Truly wonderful.
Even after enjoying herself for so