Why are we fighting?
What reason makes her look at me with such fury?
Nikolai's mind raced with questions and curiosity as he observed the woman who should be leading the SSS in S-Kingdom. To find her here, searching for his father, shocked him. At first, he felt a strange attraction to her, but he also carried the desire to crush her.
Because his father would never commit such an act.
The black wolf steadied himself, chest heaving once to balance his breathing. Madoka circled him slowly like a predator hunting wounded prey, her bare feet tapping against the cold floor. The bloody scent of the training room faded to a more pleasant rose scent as her unblinking golden eyes glared at him.
"What's with the face, woman?" Nikolai said with a grumble, curious about her words about his father as the air between them trembled.
"My face?" she replied. "Isn't it pretty?"
Her body shifted, twirling her spear, with the tip pointed towards the ground in Nikolai's direction.
