Stepping forward, Eden tightly clasped Moros's hand, as if pouring all her joy, excitement, and gratitude into that warm palm.
"You really did it. Not only did you come back, you brought news of victory."
There was a faint, almost imperceptible pride and admiration in her voice, a natural expression of her boundless trust in the one she loved.
Standing silently to one side, Mobius's gaze shifted back and forth between Moros and Vita, her eyes holding both scrutiny and understanding.
She let out a soft sigh, her voice carrying a trace of barely noticeable gentleness and relief.
"You've worked hard. Leave the rest to us."
Sakura was the last to step forward.
She gently took Moros's other hand, her pale violet eyes filled with tenderness and resolve.
"Welcome back, my hero. No matter how many hardships lie ahead, my blade will be yours to wield."
Her voice was soft yet firm, every word warming Moros's heart like a spring breeze.
Surrounded by his five lovers, the necromancer smiled and nodded.
"Thank you, my loves. With you by my side, I have the strength to overcome any hardship..."
Their tender time together slipped quietly away. Only after quite a while did Vill-V, Elysia, Eden, Mobius, and Sakura finally release Moros from their tight embrace.
Only then did they carefully examine Vita, who had stepped onto the transfer station deck alongside the necromancer, with gazes that were both cautious and curious.
What a stunning beauty.
No wonder he had fallen for her. Who could remain unmoved by such a beauty?
But what should we do? Should we open our hearts and accept her?
She was indeed beautiful and captivating, but beneath that beauty, was she truly trustworthy?
Exchanging complicated and subtle looks, Vill-V and the others quickly reached an understanding after