Crimson Moon passed peacefully.
Right up until her defeat, she still had not received an answer that could resolve her confusion.
But that could not be helped.
The moment that thought arose, the instant she perceived that hand swinging down, all that remained was the result of victory.
Even though the embryonic Sixth Magic had given Crimson Moon limitless opportunities and confidence.
Once her selves across every universe were defeated in one fell swoop, however, history turned a new page.
"It's over."
Roland shrugged and let out a soft breath.
He quietly walked up to the blond beauty floating in space as though asleep, reached out to embrace her exquisite curves, and unceremoniously plunged his hand into her lower abdomen.
-Of course, this was not a case of getting in the mood and deciding to do it right there while she was still warm.
He was not opposed to sleep play for a change of pace, but he still had to consider the occasion.
Although letting his little head rule his big head was often what drove Roland to involve himself in some incident without being asked, he always let it interfere with his proper business.
Only a moment later, after pocketing the embryo of the Sixth Magic gestating inside the girl and achieving his intended objective, did Roland's expression ease a little.
"Still, judging by its weight, it's understandable that she thought she would at least be in an unbeatable position."
Flexing his hand again and savoring the sensation of touching it, Roland nodded in satisfaction.
For an intangible, immaterial embryo still in its infancy to feel heavy even in his hands as he was now was quite an accomplishment.
In terms of combat prowess alone, the resurrected Crimson Moon was only slightly stronger than Arcueid, but with the