Chapitre 423: Stormheart and Seraphheart

"About time that repugnant air left you, yes."

The words of the small, but high strung girl met his ears as he looked over, seeing the platinum-haired spirit standing by his bedside with her arms folded over her chest.

"Yeah?" Emilio looked at her.

Hextrice glanced at him, "The air of a self-pitying man is a nauseating one to have to breathe in, yes. It's good that you're finally back to your normal self—as annoying as that self might be, that is."

"Thanks," Emilio playfully responded.

An easy night of sleep awaited the Dragonheart as his heart was finally allowed to rest easy after the unfortunate string of events.

[A Week Later]

Gathered into a special, deeper section of the Cerulean Keep inside of a large, colosseum of sturdy, dark-blue and black material, Emilio stood beside Celly, Excelsior, and Everett.

Julius and Irene were helping out Consurge with a task, though it was definitely an event that Emilio felt he couldn't miss: