Three against one now... ugh, that idiot York.
Standing on Arrows, Gunko saw that the Flame Angel had arrived as well. The four of them now roughly occupied the corners of a square.
She felt that, if nothing had gone wrong with York, this would have been a perfect opportunity to observe.
[My lord, the disguise is complete. We are tracking the "target."]
Sephiroth floated in the air with a greatsword in each hand as a report from the Praying Hands concealed in the forest reached his mind.
[Ensure the "target's" "safety," then withdraw.]
[Understood.]
"Come to think of it, Bondrewd, don't you want this sword anymore?"
After finishing his communication with the Praying Hands, Sephiroth raised the Seven Star Sword.
"..."
Hearing that, Gunko actually wanted to say, "Hand it over to the World Government."
But... this man wasn't Harald. He wasn't asking them for anything.
Not only had the Great Angel shown no intention of joining the World Government, he had even politely declined the Celestial Dragons' invitation.
Damn it, there's no way to get leverage over him for now...
"Oh, since you like it, Honor Student, then for the sake of those two old friends, I won't deprive you of something you cherish..."
Bondrewd acted exceedingly generous. Floating in the air, he spread his hands as though he couldn't care less.
"...Hmm, is that so..."
Sephiroth, however, closed his eyes. A breath later, he opened them again, Holy Light filling his gaze.
"Counterfeit, Third Magic, failed attempt. What is this?"
After uttering those three phrases, Sephiroth simply looked at Bondrewd.
Then the Holy Light in his eyes flickered a few times like a bulb with a faulty connection and went out.
"Splendid~ truly splendid~"
Bondrewd clapped elegantly, sounding quite delighted.
"So this is the rumored 'Prophecy'? It