Her long hair, black as night, fluttered behind her.
The princess of the Dead Apostles silently met Roland's gaze, his figure reflected in her eyes.
Those seemingly blazing eyes were filled with hesitation and unease.
Clearly, Altrouge Brunestud had not yet completely lost her reason to her rampage as her life energy ran dry, acting solely on experience and instinct.
She had neatly executed that series of movements through her own will and judgment.
And her sudden action had achieved its intended effect.
Amid the white beast's meteor-like charge, the surging tide of darkness, like an illusion, could not help pausing for an instant as well.
The Pale Knight looked at the trembling little white beast supported by the black mist, then at Altrouge Brunestud, who had landed in his master's arms.
Though he had neither shape nor form, anyone could see that he was very confused.
As though he had no idea what had happened.
Never mind him-even Roland himself had failed to react for a moment-
Altrouge Brunestud's movements had been far too seamless, from grabbing Fou and throwing him away to replacing him in Roland's arms.
For the noble Black Princess to initiate such intimacy, like lovers reunited after a long separation, created a rather mysterious contrast.
Having entered the second stage of her transformation, she had completely shed her previous little-girl form.
Her considerably more mature appearance had finally changed from childish and cute to exquisite and splendid.
This adult form perfectly combined her alluring feminine charm with the noble, graceful bearing the Black Princess always maintained.
If Altrouge Brunestud repeated her demand that he kneel at her feet in her current form, Roland probably would not be able to dismiss it quite so easily as a joke about teasing a girl. He would hesitate for