Holy Templar Sanctum (Aincrad)

[Apollymi]

Peachy. Charles's descriptions of himself while they exercised was rather interesting. She knew his mana to be swirling. She couldn't be sure he was experiencing similar feelings to her own, she had an inkling. She continued her stretching and felt that sort of strange feeling within her womb as mana swirled around her throat. She didn't know what these feelings were, but her own upbringing led her to believe there was little to no wrong she could do. "Hoh?" she asked still feeling rather cheeky.

Her own positioning was soon commented upon by Charles. He made the claim that quite few body parts were present and even offered a renaming option for the position she was currently in. "You seem a bit distracted there Chuck," she murmured. She finally stood up straight though she didn't have any problem with the things he said to her, she did find his state a bit odd. "So, do you feel strange too... or is it just me?" she asked of him taking a step or two forward. She once again had a strange desire to touch the lad before her, she felt like it would be the right thing to do. Perhaps this was indeed the call of creation and she would feel better if they were touching?

[Bloodedge]

The pose reached its end. Angelica's posture straightened, and Charlemagne's neck did the same in unison. His gaze wasn't going anywhere. According to Angelica during this time, he seemed distracted. On the contrary, he wasn't distracted at all. Charlemagne was doing exactly what he was meant to do... right? He was quite sure watching Angelica's movements and mana was at the top of the priority list. "I'm not distracted..." he said, sounding ─ ironically enough ─ very distracted indeed.

Now then, there was something about a strange feeling brought up in conversation. Frankly, he'd been feeling strange on-and-off since earlier in the day. Was it truly strange, though? There was one part he could easily explain as a state of arousal, which was a strange thing to experience so suddenly around one he'd known for ages. Did that count? No, probably not. Ah, but there was one other thing. As mana was concerned, there had been an oddity to the flow of his energy since earlier. It was something Charlemagne noticed early in his meeting with Angelica, though he didn't know what to blame it on exactly. "Yeah, a little I guess? I'm pretty sure we were talking about that earlier. But it's all cool, right?" he replied. Once more, Charlemagne thought everything was simply... cool.

[Apollymi]

Naysaying. Charles offered naysaying to the idea of being distracted even as Angelica watched his neck move in the same way that her body did. He was rather clearly watching her rather intently for the duration of her stretching. At first she attributed it directly to teaching, but now she was sure it was something else. Though she felt nothing akin to shame, she wondered how much he was progressing towards actually getting over his apparent thousand years worth of habits. She didn't hold any reservations, she was fine with most things. "Sure you're not, Chuck..." she said most skeptically.

Beyond that point there was the matter of him feeling odd like she did. They had been discussing such things before and even though they had he called it cool. She reached out to touch him, pretty casually initially. Those fingers of hers casually moving up the front of his shirt barely touching fabric until she reached his neck and trailed up to the side of his face. "Well as long as it's cool..." she mused just a bit. Physical contact with Charles seemed to make that feeling in her body both dissipate and intensify. It was like a comforting pulse, telling her that her actions were indeed what she should be doing. Such had been explained to her before. Ah, so maybe this was indeed the call of creation. Her mother said she shouldn't feel shame answering it, so... she could aim to progress without feeling bad about it. Ah, but there was Charles and his hang-ups and she'd agreed to being a bit more open to his way of thinking, so she wasn't sure how to progress from this moment. She'd left herself quite open, stepping up to the front of this young man, leaving herself open while she seemed to be quite enamored by looking at him.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah. . ." It was wonderful that they could agree on something at last. Charlemagne obviously wasn't distracted by anything. He had a single point of focus, and nothing had successfully taken that focus away. Whichever way one looked at it, his goal was watching Angelica's movements and positioning. That may have just... shifted in purpose a little bit. No big deal.

That strange feeling, however, would only become stranger. Angelica drew closer and closer, until her hand reached out to his shirt. Just underneath the fabric, he could feel some sort of pull through his mana ─ almost like a small magnet. By the time her finger touched his skin, that small pull became a continuous and powerful surge. The hand on Charlemagne's face left him feeling like he was being washed into it by the world's fastest river rapids. That was cool. "Yeah, it's cool. Everything's cool," he repeated, one hand rising to rest over Angelica's. Did he mean to keep it in place? Possibly, but he didn't know for certain what his own intentions were. Something beneath the surface of Charlemagne had its own goals. Whatever that was, seemed to synchronize with whatever Angelica had going on as well. What would he be doing about that, though? Well... Charlemagne wasn't even sure what it was; Angelica seemed to have a better idea than he ever would.

[Apollymi]

Charles claimed he wasn't distracted but he'd gone quiet. Well, that wasn't the right way to phrase it. He'd gone almost trance-like in his answers and actions. Angelica knew that when he flustered Charles was prone to being a bit quiet and sheepish. This was somewhat different though, he was still managing to speak but it was simply his reference for everything being cool. Angelica still didn't fully understand the concept of cool, well except as a temperature. Even so, she couldn't really stop her current kind of progression.

She'd reached out to touch him and felt mana moving and pulsing towards her, upon actually making contact with his skin, it was almost as if they'd reached the same space. The pull of their mana seemed to be happening at the same time, and she wondered if they were sharing similar sensations? Well, it appeared to be the case, given his hand came up to hold hers in place on the side of his face. The thought made her step into his chest pressing her body against his while wrapping her other arm around him. Actually, yes he felt really nice. This was worth doing, of this she was certain. That gentle pull within her loins was definitely something interesting... ah, well that had to be it. If she remembered what she'd been told properly, it meant that they should perform the mana transfer. If everything was cool and Charles was actually receptive to it, it was alright... right?

The night had settled in her observatory. And Angelica found herself wondering what they should do. Was there some kind of convention for this that she was unaware of? Probably, she should look to Charles for a bit of guidance to avoid stepping on any of his supposed notions. "If everything is cool, come on Chuck, we're answering the call of creation!" she said that as if she'd made some kind of grand decision. It was likely brash and a bit bratty but it seemed like something she should be doing so she'd allow her body to make the choice and the slight ache between her legs had to be what her mother had mentioned.

[Bloodedge]

That contact continued seemingly to no end. Eventually, Angelica had something else to say. Charlemagne was busy dealing with that odd tingling sensation just under the skin, or rather... he was enjoying it while it lasted. With no idea what it was, Charlemagne decided it was cool. Naturally, something good wasn't worth questioning too much... right? Of course!

What was it Angelica actually had to say, though? She brought up his mention of everything being cool, deciding that if that were truly the case, they had something to do. It was Angelica's suggestion that they answer some call of creation. What an awesome name! Even so, he hadn't the slightest clue what it was. Perhaps it had something to do with that feeling all through his body? That would be interesting. "I have no idea what that is," he stated. That trance-like state wasn't going anywhere, nor did Charlemagne want it to. In fact, he'd fall deeper into it if he had the choice. Whatever it was, it seemed more powerful than Charlemagne's own consciousness. "Sounds awesome though. How do we answer that thing?"

[Apollymi]

There was a bit of tingling occurring between this pair. Angelica wouldn't even deny enjoying the contact with his skin. Perhaps it was the sort of thing that would be most easily enjoyed while they were naked? Yes, that sounded like a swell idea, she'd make sure they both stripped down as soon as possible. According to Charles, everything sounded nice. He had no idea what the 'Call of Creation' was but agreed to answering its call. "It's a feeling I think. The one that lets you know what you should be doing..." she said seeming to understand it in general terms. But perhaps this information wouldn't really make sense to anyone who wasn't raised the same way she was.

She'd easily begin moving towards her bedroom taking Charles by the hand and enjoying the tingling sensation between their skin. Ah, how did they answer it? He wanted to know... well she only knew of one way. Right but he didn't like her more generic explanation so as they reached her bedroom she finally managed to come up with the right words to answer him. "Hm, since you don't like the way I say it... you'd call it sex," she said as if it was the most normal thing to propose between two unmarried people. Yes, they should have sex and that would help them both feel more aligned to their powers. They could create in the most ultimate form of doing so... together. There was nothing wrong with this either. She was sure, her mother had all but told her there was no shame involved with answering the call of creation. And if the former goddess of justice said that, she could feel settled in her way.

[Bloodedge]

According to Angelica, the Call of Creation was a feeling that offered some form of instruction. Yes, he could rationalize that. It sounded like an instinct by her description, albeit one tied more directly to the soul. Instinct of the soul? Yeah, that worked. "Oh. Cool. I feel a lot of stuff," he muttered. True enough, Charlemagne could feel a great many things. Most were things he couldn't truly fathom or explain, but surely that didn't matter much.

Upon asking how one answered the Call of Creation, Charlemagne was led away from the observatory. He didn't receive an answer for quite some time, and soon enough, they were once again standing in Angelica's bedroom. Ah, perhaps this was a matter of meditation? No. Angelica spoke up shortly after their arrival, claiming the call's answer was... sex. "Huh. That's weird." Even in a trance, Charlemagne wondered how everything looped back to what Angelica called 'mana transfer' when they conversed. The mere mention of it, however, somehow caused a wide-ranged pulse within his Spiritual Core. Regardless of Charlemagne's mental state, that was something he desired. At this point, it wasn't something he could physically fight against either. "I should be saying something against that idea. It sounds cool somehow. Weird," he said further.

[Apollymi]

Apparently, Charles felt a lot of things. She could imagine that being the case, especially with how much his mana seemed to be unsettled. Since they'd met today he seemed to be in a state of flux. Even so, they were on their way down an interesting path. Back in her bedroom she'd finally managed to come up with an answer to his question and it was strangely the same one she would have always given but with a different name. When told that the answer to their current problem was sex, it seemed that there would be some form of complaint from Charles. Or at least, that is what Angelica expected. According to Charles, this information was weird. Beyond that point though he didn't argue against it, though he said he should, he thought it was cool and thought that was weird.

For her part in this, Angelica at least knew the explanation of why this was the case that she had been given. Perhaps if she shared it, it would help ease Charles a bit. "Mana is the key to life and the catalyst of creation. So the desire to create, should start with mana being transferred between two who both feel it," she explained. Of course this was the explanation she was given for mana transfers in general, but with the context of the call of creation it made much more sense. "So if you won't argue against it, and it will help us both there is no reason not to," she mused having found her own thoughts about it. "Besides, there isn't any shame involved in answering a call so natural," she explained it. She wasn't taught to find anything shameful about the mana transfer. Her understanding of humans meant she thought they simply didn't experience it the same way, but Charles seemed to so she figured perhaps they had to be a bit more selective. She however had already been selective and she'd do this with Charles. "So, take off your clothes..." she mused, removing her hand from his so she could remove her own clothing as well. She understood all of this in theory but figured they'd both contribute to figuring out how to get both pieces of themselves properly aligned for the act of sex.

[Bloodedge]

Mana transfer and sex were one and the same. This much, Charlemagne had known for some time. Mana transfer, sex, and the Call of Creation were also the same. Strange. He could somehow deal with that ─ even understand it to some extent. How he had any semblance of understanding was a mystery, but he couldn't be too concerned about it. Either way, Creation being the key to life made perfect sense. Sex being linked to something called 'creation' wasn't an entirely new concept either, considering it was necessary for life to spring forth. If Charlemagne gave it enough consideration, he could probably reach full understanding by logic alone. Alas, it was of little importance now.

Charlemagne couldn't make an argument, so he wouldn't. Angelica caught on with enough ease to take initiative. Of course, said initiative involved her saying there was no shame to feel, and further instructing Charlemagne to remove his clothes. It felt almost natural to do as she said, even when the pull between them became less powerful due to the loss of physical contact. Actually, the lack of contact made him feel more like answering that odd call. Charlemagne even stepped forward, slowly and still in an entranced manner while pulling that skin-clenching shirt over his head. "That... feels like the right thing to do," he agreed to the removal of clothes. In the meantime, that shirt was being callously thrown aside while Charlemagne tugged on his breeches, still stepping forward all the while.

[Apollymi]

The connection between the various words and phrases used to describe sex seemed to be made by both of these individuals. Angelica was coming to understand the difference between how older higher order beings saw their actions and how humans saw their actions. She figured these things were lost as purpose seemed to be neglected. In her own case, she would not be giving up on her purpose and she'd answer the sensations of her body as they presented themselves. Right now for instance, she was stripping out of her clothes and watching Charles do the same. Even while separated she still felt her strange desires. Beyond this it seemed that Charles also understood what she meant, and though he seemed to be quite out of it, he had yet to disagree to her current demands. He was stepping forward while stripping himself of his clothes and she was standing still, her breasts bouncing free of a top which she pulled over her head. Her body shifting out of pair of pants which she barely registered needing in the first place.

The idea of her bedroom being covered in discarded clothing didn't even register to Angelica. Instead she would be naked and ready to reach out and touch Charles when he was within arms reach again. The feeling of making contact with his bare skin was something which sent a strange amount of throbbing through her body. Yes, that echoing feeling was definitely something that needed quelling. She would be sure to make it happen. "It is the right thing to do," she confirmed feeling as if it was the easiest thing to agree to. The explanations of things she'd been given said that first should be kissing to make sure their mana were properly tuned to each other. She was quite certain she could feel him even from here, but she'd been gaining enough understanding to simply want her lips to meet Charles's. She leaned up pressing her body into his wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders aiming to press their lips together, feeling like it might help sate the feelings she was currently having.

[Bloodedge]

Angelica agreed and reiterated that the right path was being taken here. There wouldn't be any questions from Charlemagne, who continued moving forward like some man on a long journey. He hadn't even gotten his pants down by the time they were in arms' reach of each other, which left him half-clothed by the time Angelica reached out. He hesitated. No, that wasn't right. It was not hesitation that occurred when Angelica's arms wrapped around his neck, but instead an unexpected pause. There was that unexplained pulse again.

The pulse could wait, assuming its purpose was not directly aligned with Charlemagne's own. Regardless of anything else going on, there was a goal to meet. He couldn't let himself be distracted by a bit of skin contact and Angelica's ─ once again ─ fully-exposed form. No, those pants had to be discarded as well. Strangely enough, walking all the way from the observatory to the bedroom had done nothing to reduce his erection. With that being the case, pulling his pants down took a bit of effort. Once he'd gotten them over his crotch however, they fell directly to the floor and left his manhood jutting out in Angelica's direction ─ even pressing against her pelvis as the space between them closed. It was about that time that Angelica's lips pressed against Charlemagne's own, seeming to reactivate his sense. He still didn't freak out or anything with a functional mind. No, Charlemagne instead sank into the moment, his lips puckered against Angelica's, and his hands planted themselves on either side of her lower torso.

[Apollymi]

Charles took a long journey towards Angelica actually managing to make his way to her, and discard his pants. He still wasn't exactly arguing with her about the steps they were taking. What was more, he seemed to be very specifically moving towards her. After she opened her arms to him, he seemed to settle quite a bit into her. There was nothing between them now, and she could feel him pressed against her, moreover he seemed to be apt to kiss her back. His lips puckered against hers and she seemed to melt into his body. Ah, since they were here and together now, she felt a bit more settled.

And now it was her turn to move. She'd rather gently turn the pair of them, taking steps to move both of them towards her bed. She wasn't in any rush though, perhaps she'd been both right and wrong. With Charles hands on her waist she felt rather strangely. She didn't really know how to describe it, but within his grasp felt safe. Eventually those little steps would take them to her bed likely leaving the lad to fall against the softness of giant swan down as she fell against him. Such would be what broke their kiss, but she was certain she didn't actually need to harmonize their mana. Even so, she liked the way his lips felt against hers... perhaps that was weird. Regardless, she was content to progress in whatever way that was to happen.

[Bloodedge]

Only for a few moments did Charlemagne certainly know where he was, and what he was doing. While their lips remained pressed against each other, he couldn't feel his own body at all. Only the mana flowing through him, between them even, could properly register to him. That is, until their lips separated. Such was a time that Charlemagne became fully aware of his normal senses again, and suddenly, he was... falling? Ah, it seemed he'd been moved and tipped onto the bed. Angelica was to land on him then, finally giving Charlemagne an opportunity to realize they were both very... naked. Well... that was cool, right?

As a matter of fact, it was. His hands found themselves on Angelica's hips again, only feeling natural in that particular space. He was starting to comprehend how this ordeal was called the 'Call of Creation' after all; one could almost hear their own mana making demands in his current experience. Something was telling him to throw all caution to the wind and find his place within the Holy Princess. Of course, Charlemagne had more sense than that. Anyone with half a brain knew preparation was key. Alas, the current positioning didn't really lend to that notion. "Shouldn't this be... different? I mean, how is either of us supposed to reach anything like this?" he wondered aloud.

[Apollymi]

Both of these individuals were nude and both seemed to be moving towards some unspoken goal. After falling backward onto her bed, it seemed the separation between the pair was enough to leave Charles actively questioning several things. Shouldn't this be different? She'd not considered this in a different way, she also currently had no idea what he wanted to reach or how. Again, in the fairness she maintained in at least hearing the lad out, she supposed figuring out how best to go about this so it was good for both of them was the best possible option. Still, she'd express her confusion as she rolled them gently to the side. "What are you trying to reach? I can't say I truly understand what you mean, but you can show me..." she mused.

Ah, but this was another difference in education and physiology. One which Charles would likely find out in the moment or Angelica would end up explaining. The state of her body at the point of wanting to create was 'ready to receive'. One would find her loins and body generally accepting of his body and tool without any extra work being necessary. Even so, she wasn't the type to ruin his sensibilities so if there was something he wished to do as preparation she would find out what it was and experience it with him. This was at least partly the point of their interaction as such regardless.

[Bloodedge]

When asked about their ability to reach things, Angelica rotated the pair of them. Charlemagne was still facing the woman, albeit while each of them were on their sides. Angelica wondered what he was trying to reach, as if such a thing wasn't obvious. How was it not obvious? There were only a few places in need of reaching, at least as preparation was concerned. Ah, but Angelica wanted to be shown what he meant. She meant to make it a little awkward, didn't she?

"Uh. Well..." All at once, Charlemagne reverted from the 1,000+ year-old adventurer and soon-to-be Holy Emperor, back to a somewhat nerdy teenage boy living in Japan. His hand moved tentatively, tapping at one of Angelica's thighs as it felt its way around. "Isn't there supposed to be like... something going on around..." Well, that sentence wouldn't reach its conclusion immediately. In the middle of speaking, Charlemagne had managed to locate the space between Angelica's legs ─ at which point his hand rose until he found... great warmth. That much was to be expected, but were his fingers meant to be so dampened at first contact? The shock he experienced was palpable. "Uh... what?" he questioned. Surely something was supposed to lead into this, right? Was there even more to the mechanics of this magical world he didn't know about?

[Apollymi]

Did Angelica mean to make any of this awkward? No. In fact, she wanted to be shown what he meant, simply because she didn't know what kind of conclusion to jump to about this preparation thing. Ah and soon enough he was tapping against her thigh which led to her opening up the space between the legs. Okay, so he was reaching between her legs apparently aiming to find some level of preparation for her. His actions were a bit tentative at first, but once he touched her he seemed to be quite surprised. Oh, so that is what he was on about, was this another one of those strange differences between humans and other beings? Probably, well, she didn't mind him touching her so directly and found it a bit stimulating in its own way, but strangely it wasn't really necessary.

"Oh, I wondered what you were talking about..." she said seeming to have some understanding. "For the act of mana transfer, or sex as you'd call it, as long as I decide to accept, I can do so immediately..." she explained. "I don't know about humans or anything, but don't let that stop you... I don't dislike you touching me," she explained. He could play around and rub between her legs all he liked. Her own physiology didn't require extra stimulation, but she also hadn't been told she would like it. She did so she had no problem accepting it as well. So she'd lean in and kiss his face and neck leaving open the space between her legs and whatever else he wished to touch for whatever reason. Humans were strange, but she couldn't deny they might have figured out something extra about mana transfers that was missing from her more advanced physiology. And she was fine with using their combined knowledge to have a good time with the person she wished to have a good time with.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne couldn't have been more confused if he tried. Was he actually one of those legendary, super hot guys who women were just ready to bed the moment they laid eyes on him? What was it... panty-dropper? Was he the mythical panty-dropper guy? No, that didn't make sense in any reality he could think of. It had to be some random mumbo jumbo about Angelica's existence. Whatever the case, he couldn't pull his hand away from that crevice of moisture it managed to find. Much to the contrary in fact, he pressed further into it.

Angelica claimed she could be prepared for mana transfer simply by making the decision. He would have, could have, and probably should have questioned that, but he wouldn't. In the moment, it was... cool. He could do exactly what he felt like doing in that case! Alas, Charlemagne couldn't stop the exploration of his fingers. It seemed Angelica didn't care to have him stop either, so onward he went to discovering a variety of textures tucked away behind a cushion of flesh. "That sounds like a cheat skill to me. Cool. Honestly though, I don't have a clue what I'm doing," he admitted.

[Apollymi]

This moment was interesting. It was awkward a bit, but also intimate and sweet. Charles seemed to think over what Angelica had to say about the way her body worked, and came to the conclusion that it was a cheat skill. Even so, he didn't stop prodding her canal with his fingers. He thought it was cool that she was like this, that was for the best. Even so he claimed to have no real idea what he was doing. Those prodding motions were quite acceptable so perhaps she'd just explain how she felt.

"It isn't a cheat. I assume that others like me work the same way," she stated. Her father's explanation made it sound like it was the case that she'd always be capable of this and that the one who matched her would do the same. She'd have some residual questions for other women later, but for now... her insides were tightening around fingers which intruded and small moans left her lips. "As for not knowing what to do... I don't really know either, but we can figure it out together. I like that by the way, you can keep doing it~" she shared. Interestingly enough, being a bit strange might make this a bit better for them both. As Angelica didn't have normal amounts of shame about her sexual endeavors she'd be rather honest about enjoying or not... anything they did together. They could progress at their leisure and she would be fine with it.

[Bloodedge]

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Charlemagne had heard something along those lines many a time during both his lives, so here he was now, moving fingers that had no earthly idea what their greater purpose was. Angelica took the time to insist she had no cheat skill, and assumed others such as herself functioned the same way she did. Either way, he felt a certain tightening around his two most extended fingers, which twitched in response to the sudden grip.

Since it was stated that Angelica didn't dislike what he was doing, Charlemagne figured it was something worth continuing. It wasn't as if he could stop anyway. Already when he tried to move, he was gripped as if to keep him in place. His fingers found their way into a chasm at some point, and there they would seemingly stay for some time. Exploration was part of being an adventurer after all, so he'd go about exploring a cave by Angelica's own request. "So you like it? Well... if you want," he said tentatively, his fingers curling and extending repeatedly within a strange, new and fleshy domain.

[Apollymi]

For once in her life, Angelica was along for one of Charles's adventures. She'd never been able to accompany him while he did something new, but here and now theyw ere both engaging in completely new territory. Those fingers within her body were clutched by the natural inclinations of her body as he reached a certain spot. She wasn't sure why humans engaged in such manual stimulation but she was sure they were onto something. She was quite fond of this partuclar interaction and woud do nothing to halt progress. In fact she'd already given the lad the verbal go-ahead to continue only to have him take her at her word. The muscles of her legs relaxed and they opened a bit wider to allow him access.

Just the same a surprised widening of her eyes would occur as the lad curled his fingers within her. Oh, that came with a verbal warning of sorts, but the sensation alone still managed to wipe her brain momentarily and clear her thoughts almost completely. She understood now how some could reach the meditative state she'd been in before without the actual mana transfer. She had to hand it to the innovation of mankind to have come up with something like this. "Ah~ That... again, a lot." she mumbled against the side of Charles neck. She probably shouldn't just allow him to prod her so very much without doing something herself. "Should I be doing something else? I don't want to be selfish..." she asked of the lad she was with. She didn't want to interrupt his exploration, but how should she actually handle this situation? Well, she was the type to ask so ask she did.

[Bloodedge]

With further instruction, there would come further activity. Though he wasn't sure whether he was accomplishing anything or not, there were a few inferences to be made based on Angelica's physical reactions. Every clench around his fingers left him believing something was worth doing. Lo and behold, there was a particular reaction to the curling of his fingers within. That one came with words ─ words which urged him to repeat the action... a lot. How very specific. "Eh? A lot?! Well... alright," he conceded. If that was what she desired, he'd be rude to do anything else. As such, the curling of Charlemagne's fingers became a repeated motion posthaste. Something against his fingertips was very textured, though. Ignorant as Charlemagne was, those movements were made careful to avoid anything like... well, he didn't know for sure, but he was somehow concerned his fingernails would pose an issue against that textured interior. . .

In addition to the other goings-on, Angelica wondered if there was something she should be doing. Charlemagne's eyes widened slightly, yet immediately. Could he answer that? No, that would just be selfish on his part! "N-no, I don't think there is!" he said quickly. No way was he going to mention any of the things he could have! "It's fine. I think this is probably all people do for this part!"

[Apollymi]

Angelica thought to be specific when expressing her likes and dislikes. Doing so in this manner was mostly due to her own inability to feel shame. She'd been told that her own desires as related to the feelings of her body weren't anything to fear. As such she sate them as they arose, using Charles as the catalyst since this was their undertaking together. Happily enough, the lad was satisfied to do as she asked, seemingly eager to please. She liked that about him, and the continued prodding at her undercarriage made it that much more exciting. Angelica's body continued to relax around his fingers and she continued to kiss his face and neck and observe his actions.

This of course, led to her noticing his reaction to her question of what she should be doing. Ah, another shocked but somewhat off response. She'd noticed something about Charles long ago, and in the context of their current situation it made a bit more sense. She knew a simple push or two would be enough to get what she actually wanted out of the situation, and strangely couldn't feel bad about being a bit more aggressive when it came to tilting his hand. "You don't seem to sure about that Chuck~" she was still moaning but moved her face to look at him more directly. "If this is something we do together, we should both be involved. I can't say I really understand it, but it feels good. It'd make me pretty selfish to only be doing something I want and that only feels good to me, while you are doing something I want without you getting something you like or want out of it," she mused while looking at him rather directly. Her face was quite red, but her eyes had a very assertive light. "So, share with me. What to do, what you'll like... all of that," she stated while bringing her hand up to the side of his face. She didn't understand this extra human stimulation. But she would have likened it to bonding and harmonizing mana. There was no real way for the exchange to be fair if only one side was being fine tuned, as such she wanted to offer to Charles what he did to her. In whatever way that was done for guys.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne had no idea what he was doing. Apparently though, he was doing something well enough to produce results. He surely didn't need anything done by Angelica, however. Ah, but it already seemed she wouldn't be allowing that. As fingers tentatively moved within her core, Angelica pointed out the lack of surety in Charlemagne's response. Of course he wasn't sure. The moment she spoke of doing anything, a slew of ideas entered his mind. None of it counted as something he could easily say, though.

Angelica wasn't done with the callout, sadly enough. She seemed keen on establishing a form of balance. The way she insisted sounded like some sort of pornographic material from Charlemagne's old world. On the other hand, the fairness of her suggestion was not to be questioned. Could he do anything about it though? That was yet to be discovered. "That's not sensible at all!" he blurted out. Of course, it was incredibly sensible... albeit embarrassing. Making himself request anything was all but impossible. As such, what came from his mouth was not a request at all. "I mean... if you want to do something that badly, do whatever you want, I guess. It's not like I know what I'd like or anything," he mumbled. That was about all one could get out of Charlemagne in a moment like this. In fact, Charlemagne himself was surprised he'd even managed that much. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles was an interesting person. They were locked now, in the early stages of passion, both of them seemingly inexperienced aside from a very basic understanding. Of course, Angelica understood only the mechanics of this entire thing, and Charles seemed embarrassed by the progression when he was given time to make considerations. One such moment would be him blurting out his initial response. She was certain her words were logical, and her feelings were as well. So while she stared at him, she realized that he was having one of his knee-jerk reactions. She smiled at him when he did this because she knew that there was more coming.

And... she was rewarded. Soon after Charles claimed that if she wanted to do something, she should... he didn't know yet what he liked either. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips seemingly pleased by the revelation he'd given. "That's a start, but I suppose it's good for breaking a millenia of bad habits," she commented. That being said Angelica now had something to work with as far as doing things. She could do what she wanted so she supposed she'd start by exploring with her hands. The first of which would gently trail across Charles's shoulders and pecks. Then would follow to a gentle brush down his abdomen. She traces his muscles appreciating every detail and then would reach his phallus. If his own actions were anything to go by she'd handle it with care her finger tips tentatively brushed the head then down the shafted before her fist closed softly around it.

[Bloodedge]

The fact that he'd managed to say anything at all was surprising even to Charlemagne. Neither of his experienced upbringings were conducive to anything he could have suggested or requested ─ especially the more recent one. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck for the young man that Angelica was so very forward. 'Whatever she wanted' equated to immediate exploration of his person. Their lips met again, and she spoke of forward progress against a thousand years of habits. Well... apparently progress was good, according to Angelica's own demands of earlier.

Angelica's hands began traversing the expanses of his torso, starting at the shoulders. Whether it was the daintiness of her fingertips or something to do with mana, he didn't know, but there was a certain tingle just under the skin everywhere she touched. If Charlemagne didn't know any better, he'd assume she had some form of mana magnet under each of her fingertips. He was squirming ever so slightly under every touch, all the way down his abdomen while Angelica seemed to almost be studying his build. "Are you..." He meant to question the presence of any magical influence, but it was all too late. The moment her fingers brushed over the tip of his manhood, Charlemagne froze. Well... that wasn't quite accurate. Most of his body froze, but his tool became quite rowdy. There was a peculiar twitch of the fingers buried in Angelica as well. Only after the warm embrace of her hand did he and those fingers relax again, though his mana seemed hellbent on traveling en masse toward his groin. Strange as that was, it felt oddly... pleasant.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was definitely studying the build of Charles. This was a thing of appreciation. He was a well put together young man and works of art were to be gazed upon. This was a simple matter for someone like Angelica. She was however present enough to notice the squirming of Charles under the scrutiny of her finger tips. She figured this was simply a reaction to her touch, but she wasn't doing anything in particular to make it happen. So when he opened his mouth to speak and didn't finish the sentence she questiond him. Even as his manhood was moved up and down the palm of her hand. Yet another thing she was appreciating.

"Did I, what? Something on your mind, Chuck?" she asked of the lad. Just the same the strange movements of his fingers seemed to be pushing her closer and closer towards a feeling similar to the one she'd achieved in the tent. She wondered if she should warn him, if it wasn't his intention to cause such an outbreak he should stop a bit... but then again, she also didn't get the point of foreplay. She knew that it felt good and had every intention of experiencing it. Ah, she could mostly ignore it for a moment or two longer, even as her nether clutched at his fingers, and added slickness seemed to hint at the coming flourish.

[Bloodedge]

A question unasked resulted in one sent his way. That much was to be expected. Charlemagne wasn't sure whether any magic was involved in this exchange or not, nor did he think it really mattered in the end. As for Angelica's question, one could easily say there was a lot on his mind. The problem was, he couldn't process any of it. Her hand was steadily moving up and down his shaft, and something else was moving with it. Was it natural? Was it instead mana? It could have been either, or even both. In reality though, it was primarily the latter.

"I uh... yes? No? A lot's happening, and I─ah!" Suddenly, he fell silent again. At least, he could be called silent so long as failed words counted. Otherwise, he was blurting out incoherencies as randomly as spasms overtook his body. There was an almost natural inclination to thrust his hips, though that didn't make much sense in his mind. Whatever that feeling was, he very much enjoyed it. "No problems here!" he blurted out. With all his writhing, there was a great danger. Charlemagne's physical showings were a bit more extreme than Angelica's, but her signs were also noticeable to the male. Did it mean what he thought, though? Perhaps. "So uh... is it just me, or? I've got a thing going on here... I think─?"

[Apollymi]

Angelica received no immediate answer to her question, but it didn't stop her from continuing what she was doing. Why would it? She was content, those little jumps in Charles mana were cute, and she could feel them beyond most things. Well, perhaps cute wasn't the right word, but she found it amusing how he was reacting to it. Once more she was made to gently reconsider how she was about teasing, she could at least see the merit in teasing him in such a way as an activity.

Whatever the case, he finally had something to say and it was that a lot was happening. Though that simple sentiment was punctuated by several breaks in speech. She smiled at him in a manner that was far from one which should have belonged to a Holy Princess, instead it likely looked like the more self-assured smile of a demoness. All the while she gently handled his manhood within her hands, only to have him blurt out that there were no problems. 'He really does make it really easy to tease him,' she thought. Ah, but he did have something more pressing to say, he was asking now about a feeling wondering if he was the only one who had it. "Hm, no... it isn't just you... it feels like it did earlier. I'm pretty close~" she mused. Hm, she had no idea the kind of power a sentence like that contained, just the same those gentle jumps of her insides became more and more consistent, even the movements of her hands did the same. Oh....

[Bloodedge]

Charles had an understanding of what was happening to himself, and apparently Angelica as well. While he couldn't grasp why it was occurring so soon, the way he felt left no room to argue. Ah, but there was something else ─ a mighty urge to act. That almost eerie, somehow seductive smile on Angelica's face wasn't helping either. "Alright. Not just me. Awesome. But I..."

As with many things this day, Charlemagne was unsure about the urge he felt. His mana itself was making demands, and it was taking no arguments. Charlemagne was probably better off mentioning this desire, but before he knew it, his fingers were removed from Angelica. He realized what was happening only after noticing that... his body had moved already. Suddenly, the male was hovering over Angelica, a supporting arm on either side of her body. There really was no fighting against that urge. He wasn't entranced, but he was... possessed in a way. "I feel like... like I should..." Nothing was making much sense. One would find Charlemagne reaching out to move one of Angelica's legs aside by the thigh, all while his body lowered. All these movements came even more easily than breathing. Whatever the cause of it, that burning desire would see him expelling his mana only after penetration. Why? He couldn't be sure, though the questions were very easily overpowered by action.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that both of these young people were well on their way to experiencing bliss together. Strangely, Charles was less sheepish than Angelica would have expected. Well, that wasn't entirely true, it seemed that when Charles was truly confronted by the urge that his body put forth, even he was forced to answer. How did he take this? Well, he moved himself and Angelica around a bit. He seemed to have something to say but didn't exactly get through it. Instead he took action, moving her body enough to send a girlish giggle from her lips.

He felt like he should do something. "Oh? I figured it'd be me, but go ahead~" she chimed, her body relaxed as she prepared for his entry. Such a thing if done would be tight, but not uncomfortable for either of them, aside from a tight squeeze. No matter, she was more than ready for what was to come. Her womb seemed to be resonating with just the idea, almost throbbing with the demand to be filled. Charles was present on either side of her body as well as lowering himself over her. It was great, they would do what was intended of them. He'd give her the power she needed to create and without as many arguments as he'd had against even their closeness earlier this day. Oh, yes, this was rather exciting, and now she was looking up at him appraising his body, this was becoming something she was thinking about.

[Bloodedge]

Was that some sort of flirt Angelica offered? That sounded like some sort of flirt, though it could have been taken as something else, Charlemagne thought. Perhaps she simply meant to say something else, like believing she would have been the one to move instead. Frankly, he'd been expecting that as well. The last thing on Charlemagne's mind was making any moves himself, and yet... there he was, looming over Angelica as their lower bodies drew closer and closer together by the moment.

"I'm not sure what you meant. But... I also figured it'd be you," he said, knowing the statement applied regardless of Angelica's meaning. It was without hesitation that he continued onward, his manhood seeming to line itself up quite naturally. For whatever reason, he had no need of stabilizing. Yet another magnetic effect of sorts was felt by Charlemagne, this one seeming to tug on his manhood and draw it toward Angelica's core. Just at the point of entry, Charlemagne found the only resistance he'd known outside of his own head. Well... it couldn't truly be called resistance at all. Entry was something filled with an all-consuming pressure that he felt well beyond even his shaft. Was his mana being squeezed as well?

No, that wasn't what he felt. His groin was the thing being squeezed so fervently, and his mana was all being pulled toward the very tip of his member. It was all happening with such rapidity, and from every inch of his body all at once. Oh... it wasn't simply mana either. Right, he'd been basically on the edge already; this was therefore a very different type of pull as well. "Uh─! I'm not sure this is what's supposed to happen now─" Charlemagne stated. Even with this sensation building rapidly, he was still plunging deeper into Angelica's womanhood. It seemed nothing would stop him from progressing ─ even his own end.

[Apollymi]

Was Angelica flirting? Well as much as she was capable of such a thing. Truly, she figured it would have been her, choosing to address directly the connection between their bodies. Even so, she was more than shocked it was Charles and beyond that she was... pleased. She appreciated how many of his old habits he had to be breaking to take such actions, even if they weren't truly conscious of him, she'd say it was more natural than denial which was good. Yes, that is how she chose to consider it. "I thought it was obvious, I figured I'd be the one to make this kind of connection," she mused happily. "Even so, I'm glad you're doing it~" she mused. She didn't mind allowing Charles this sort of freedom with her form. She wouldn't get in his way if something was his decision, especially when it would benefit them both.

Speaking of the decisions made with her happiness in mind, Charles began to push forward between her legs. It took him no real time to align himself and no real steadily to begin a delightfully agonizing push towards his goal. That gentle feeling of magnetism left her moaning, her hips shifting towards his forward push as if it was her desire to make the connection complete. Whatever the case, Charles seemed to question the impending feeling within his loins. Strangely, enough Angelica shared a similar feeling as the push forward increased the pressure in her loins by a great deal. She was almost certain that whenever the lad spilled his essence within her, she'd once again reach enlightenment, the sensation was similar enough already. Only, it had to be much greater as her walls clamped down around him as he pushed forward. It was such a great feeling. "Huh? Of course its supposed to be happening this way, don't stop now, I'm still really close to something amazing, I'm sure~" she moaned those words. She wasn't sure what he was having problems with, but she was certain it wasn't actually a problem. She'd be feeling great in just a moment, she was certain. The amount of hang-ups possessed by Charles would likely fade over time, she was sure of it.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, Angelica's statement was not a flirt so much as it was acknowledgment of the unexpected. He should have given that more consideration before opening his dumb mouth, but it seemed to work out well in the end either way. At least the verbal exchange went well. Physically, Charlemagne had entered a struggle he didn't know the solution to. His mana was behaving in a way he'd never experienced before, and his body was responding to it instead of his will. According to Angelica however, such was the way things were meant to go. . .

Ah. What a strange thing to hear. If Charlemagne recalled properly, the act of ejaculation was meant to be something males put off for as long as possible. This magical world was odd indeed if the opposite was expected. Then again, Angelica did understand mana transfers instead of sex, so perhaps her views were again just something different? That was always possible. "I'm pretty sure it's not! Mana transfers maybe, but anything else is supposed to last a bit─" Just before his statement reached its conclusion, Charlemagne reached the end of his initial thrust. In that moment, a simple tingle became something far more... explosive ─ literally. Charlemagne felt a powerful throb through his tool, which heralded an expulsion of reproductive fluids which didn't make any sense to him at all. "─longer!" he blurted out as this occurred. How strange. From Charlemagne's own perspective, his manhood had suddenly become more akin to a faucet. He knew how it was meant to feel; it should have been a simple spurt or three. It was meant to be pleasant, albeit fleeting. This, on the other hand, was a physical manifestation of bliss that felt like he was sacrificing half of his bodily fluids to Angelica's interior, as if he'd turned a faucet and broken the dial off. What was the cause? Was there such thing as too pleasant? Whether there was or not, the current situation was almost frightening. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles inched forward and Angelica did the same. Strangely the coming of the expulsion of his mana was apparently something he thought wasn't supposed to happen. Given what he had to say, Angelica could assume that sex was meant to be something done just for the sensations and added bonding. Yes, that made sense, but mana transfers were for power and creation. They were answering the call of creation so anything else seemed indulgent. That being said...

She couldn't deny how good everything felt, and after he finally managed to get his sentence out and before she could speak again, her body was clamping down upon his as he spilled like a faucet within her person. It was such a good sensation, she moaned her happiness as her body relaxed and she felt the wash of her own climax over her body. She relaxed soon after seemingly pleased by the full and warming sensation. It was delightful and she was so very powerful immediately after, that she was sure that she could connect to her mother with the greatest of ease Ah, but she still needed to answer him, huh? Well, she leaned up to him while he recovered from his bliss, her own breaths coming out rather short and sweet and she'd kiss his lips. "Well, then it would make more sense to just keep going after you answer the call..." she explained her rather simplistic thoughts. If he was concerned about an early spillage then he could simply keep going. From what she could feel of him, it wasn't as if he was physically incapable of continuing. And if she was being honest, she was kind of interested in knowing what the difference was between the human's idea of sex and the mana transfer that had been explained to her as a child. A gentle shifting of her hips occurred as she encouraged the lad's continued movement. She was definitely fine with continuing from this point forward.

[Bloodedge]

For a moment, Charlemagne's mind was completely blank. He felt as if he'd lost a great deal of energy in only a few moments, and Angelica apparently expected him to keep going? How?! That sort of thing wasn't possible outside of fantasy. Sure, they were in a fantasy world, but that sort of thing was surely well beyond Charlemagne's ability. Well... that was his line of thinking, at least. He couldn't be made to believe there was any continuation. If anything, he could probably keep Angelica going until he regained stamina. "I don't think it works like that, but I guess I could try something. . ."

Or... none of that thought process would matter at all. When Angelica's hips moved again, Charlemagne seemed shocked. He realized in an instant that there was no loss of rigidity to his tool. It seemed Charlemagne's mana was nowhere near done despite what should have been his natural limitations. Ah, but the moment would be accompanied by one more oddity. One particular beat of Charlemagne's heart swelled his mana alongside it. Charlemagne felt that beat in the depths of his own soul, and the quality of his very existence seemed to shift temporarily. One could almost say the lad had shattered and come back together in the same second. With that, his hips were moving again before he knew it. He withdrew, he thrusted forward again, and he began repeating the process. His hips were undoubtedly moving of their own accord, yet Charlemagne was wholly conscious and allowing his body to do as it pleased. In fact, he even sought Angelica's lips with his own once more, totally of his own accord while these motions continued. Those reprehensions were slipping away bit by bit.

[Apollymi]

Charles was so misguided. It was strange that he'd question something like the mechanics of his body, but Angelica had already come to the conclusion he simply didn't truly understand its functionality. As she told him to progress, he said he'd try something, but the movements of her own hips seemed to make something click in his head. He began moving of his own accord once more seemingly with more vigor. She could feel the movement of his mana, and then the movement of his tool, it was interesting.

Well, that wasn't enough of a descriptor. The extra movement and constant plunging definitely felt good. Way better than just fingers, and seemed to fill her quite a bit. He plunged repeatedly giving her new sensations to experience as she began meeting his thrusts with her own hips. There was something of a pleasurable sensation and the building of extra pressure which she'd come to understand. it was the feeling that should be aimed for during mana transfer, but also during sex. Charles would further encurage these feelings by bringing their lips together. She couldn't even be bothered to part with him to express herself. Instead a gentle moan just left her own mouth against his. Oh? Was this truly so enjoyable.

[Bloodedge]

Never would Charlemagne be capable of explaining the events of today. His soul couldn't have been the same anymore. Whether that shift was a sign of damnation, ascension, or any other random thing didn't really matter to him now. He was floating through space again. That star previously warming his face was something now pressed against his body, and all that warmth was entering his groin before traveling through his system. Every thrust spread it more and more. This had to be what enlightenment felt like.

Charlemagne wasn't the only one moving, it seemed. From what he managed to feel beyond his own groin, Angelica's hips were shifting independently of his, all toward the same purpose. Wait, did that mean he wasn't doing enough? Surely it was a sign of dissatisfaction ─ a sign that he should have been accomplishing more by thrusting alone. Charlemagne was on cloud nine at the time, but Angelica's movements were interpreted as such. What more could he do then? He didn't want to look like some idiot just flopping about on top of someone, yet his body was determining its own movements.

Maybe... just maybe, he could fix the problem that existed in his mind by joining his self-serving body. Yes! It seemed to work once the decision was made. His mind and body harmonized, and every piston became something more purposeful as opposed to mechanical. A few of such movements shifted Charlemagne enough that a forced parting of lips occurred. Each time though, he went right back on the offensive. There had to be something else he could do for effectiveness. At the moment, his mind was racing and getting nowhere fast. Charlemagne was already confused as to how he was still erect; that wasn't helping him process new thoughts. How would he manage?

[Apollymi]

Angelica was being satisfied by the events of today. She'd originally figured it would have taken much more work to get Charles on to the same line of thinking that she already head. Perhaps, she would have consulted other women first and came to understand the human method of sex first, but she took no issue with them exploring this today.

Either way, the movements of her hips wasn't a thing done out of lack of satisfaction. It was done simply because movement seemed the right course of action to take. She could feel something building up again and chasing such a feeling was the right thing to do. But apparently such movements seemed to only encourage Charles to move more. His thrusts seemed to get more intense and each one that knocked them apart for a brief moment seemed to bring a gentle aching pulse to Angelica's loins. She moaned in response before their lips were brought back together. She couldn't help but react to such actions. Of course, there were many things to be said about this approach, well... she should likely encourage him a bit right? "Umph, Charlie keep going I'm almost there~" she whispered those words as the truth they were. She was actually having a very good time. This 'sex' thing wasn't at all bad. It seemed like a good way to bond and get the necessary tools for creation, a double win.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne truly believed his overall approach was lacking at present. It seemed he would have to come up with something to make this experience enjoyable for both parties. Of all possible things, that was the only cause he could think of for Angelica's additional movement. Perhaps he could make use of his hands in some way. Yes, that could probably make up for his apparently terrible stroking!

Alternatively, there could have been nothing wrong with his movements at all. Angelica spoke as their lips separated, urging him to keep going. How confusing. Did that mean he was doing something right after all? He could only assume so, surprising though Angelica's statement was. "Huh, really?!" he blurted out, sharing a thought not meant to be verbalized. Whatever the case, he supposed there was no point in trying to change things if they were actually working. As such, Charlemagne's hips maintained the apparent status quo. He wasn't finding it very easy to survive, but that didn't seem to matter either. Apparently, he could just keep going, if the earlier situation were to be used as a baseline.

[Apollymi]

Charles apparently thought he'd not been doing a good job. This was obvious by his reaction uttered aloud after she continued to encourage him. Perhaps he was too far in his own head, or perhaps he also only really understood this activity in theory. She could at least assume that there wasn't the magical inclinations on his other world, so perhaps he wasn't used to that aspect. Whatever the case, Angelica was easily approaching another one of those sensation filled climaxes. But first she answered Charles' randomly blurted question while he continued to knock away at her internally.

"Yes, really... it isn't like I'd let you tease me, Charlie~" she mused. Though it was flirty it was also factual. Angelica wasn't sure of many things, but she was quite certain that if she didn't enjoy the experience they wouldn't still be doing it. Actually, she was vocal enough and awkward enough that if anything was wrong Charles would definitely have been the first person to know. Just the same that constant knocking made her body tighten around the lad and she moaned her happiness, "Ah, there it is!~" she moaned as she reached the ultimate flourish. The extra fluids leaking from her loins and even the spasms of her loins were all proof that she'd once again reached that pinnacle of relaxation.

[Bloodedge]

Truth. Angelica was sometimes one to tease, but never had she been one to outright receive teasing ─ at least not without retaliation of some sort. Brash as she was, he could also be sure any mishaps on his part would be addressed posthaste to his own mental detriment. With those things being true, he had little to worry about, right?

Wrong.

For Charlemagne, there would always be something to worry about somewhere. Here and now, the point of concern was stamina. What if he'd only gotten lucky in maintaining an erection post-ejaculation? What if the next, which he could feel was soon to come, was the last? What if things were worse than that? What if Angelica's divine lineage truly made her something like a succubus, and his body responded until he was drained to death? That'd be an awesome death, but there was so much life still to live! Oh well. It seemed none of that thinking would matter in the end, as Angelica had the strangest of effects over him. Upon her call of 'there it is', there was a whole host of sensations engulfing his tool. "I─I think I know what it is!" he said senselessly. There was heat, there was moisture, there was a brand of tightness he couldn't compare to anything else. All together, there was an overpowering medley of sensations that Charlemagne found overwhelming. If he thought the earlier expulsion was ridiculous, he'd have to think twice upon experiencing another of seemingly the same magnitude. By his count, it hadn't even been a couple of minutes. Was there some weird temporal occurrence to blame? One could hope so, but either way, Charlemagne almost appeared to be seizing while losing all the air in his lungs.

[Apollymi]

It seemed it would take quite a bit longer for Charles to relax his mind. Admittedly, the lad's preoccupation with his strange thoughts was one of the qualities of him which Angelica found cute. She couldn't know the extent of his feelings about such given their current activity of choice. But she had hints. His blurted words, his sudden changes in activity, and the like. Even now, as she reached the pinnacle of feeling she heard the words he'd blurted out and then was rewarded with the sensation of being filled yet again.

On top of what she was already feeling it truly was great. It sent her already overstimulated body into near shock as she tightened, and up again after relaxing. "Wooo~ That really is good you know. I can't really explain it, but I really like it~" she clarified in the moment. Even here and now she felt oddly sated by the sensation provided to her. She felt she could take more, but she was also fine as is. She reached up to wrap her arms around Charles aiming to pull him down and allow him to lie facing her on his side against her mattress. She didn't aim to disconnect their bodies only to allow them to breathe happily as they relaxed in the feelings of their current bonding. She was pretty sure she had a general understanding of the difference between 'sex' and 'mana transfers' but both were good for their own reasons. And she was satisfied to cuddle with Charles in the meantime and give him a bit of time to recover his mind. All the while her skin had taken on a gentle glow and her body was practically brimming with energy. Perhaps she should make something cool! Cool?

[Bloodedge]

Nothing made sense, yet everything was fine. Charlemagne surely shouldn't have been expelling his reproductive fluids in such quantity, nor should he have done so in such a way as to physically shake from it. On the other hand, that feeling was not one he could hate in any reality. Much like Angelica's claim, he wouldn't be able to explain it if he tried... but he also really liked it. "Y─yeah... I was thinking something similar," he declared. There was no additional movement from Charlemagne starting then, though he'd still be repositioned.

Such repositioning came as a result of Angelica's choice. She pulled against him, rotating them both sideways without causing any separation of parts. He wasn't sure why she thought to have them remain connected, but he learned soon enough. Charlemagne had once more felt zero loss of firmness, and even felt himself pulsing within Angelica as she moved him. Now that he thought about it, he was worried about the idea of separating. The way he felt, doing so would be synonymous with unplugging a hole in a dam. Obviously it was better to let it soak in or whatever, right? Wait... didn't that mean...? No, surely he had to be blessed or something to manage impregnating a divine being.

Whether that last thought was true or not, Charlemagne would be remiss to discover an offshoot of the Divinity Skill manifesting in his own Core. He was lucky enough for his own sanity to let such a thing go unnoticed, but it was very real. Just as real, was the odd, yet inviting glow forming a veil around Angelica. "Are you... supposed to go all shiny like that?" he heaved. In typical Charlemagne fashion, of course he failed to realize a lesser glow, more of a gleam really, upon himself.

[Apollymi]

There was a bit of strange feeling of elation shared by this pair. Neither had a proper way of explaining their feelings but both seemed to be experiencing them. As far as Angelica was concerned this was a good thing. They could happily move on to more and more adventurous things as their lives came together. Whatever oddness Charles thought about impregnating her, was no concern of hers. After all, she'd need a lot more to create a life from the exchange of energy between them. And they had plenty of time to do that. No, instead she'd probably use this energy for something else, perhaps to help with their eventual clearance of Jeanne d'Arc's name. Or maybe just to change the shape of the Peers household.

While relaxing in their new position it seemed that Charles took note of her glowing status. She looked at Charles and saw a slightly lesser but equally new gleam to his body as well. She gave a gentle shrug. "I assume it is pretty normal. Divinities usually give off pretty comforting auras. I assume they are the sorts of things that only get stronger the more mana they have. My mom gave off a similar one," she said seeming to not assume anything was amiss. "And I feel great so I assume nothing is wrong... You've got a little one too..." she said placing her hand against his chest and checking by luminosity against his own skin. "But maybe it's only less because you didn't get as much mana as you gave," she said. Yes, that made sense. He'd not drank any from her directly or anything like that, so it was sensible that they could both be glowing but differently. Even so, she was quite comfortable with him still inside her, and found herself snuggling closer to his chest as she became more comfortable.

[Bloodedge]

'Normal' was what Angelica called that otherworldly glow. Surely it would be another thing considered as such for her people, but never for everyone else. The glow itself was a kind of allure in its own right, as if it were meant to be an aura of additional invitation. Charlemagne was keen to accept said invitation, though he was already in place as it were. The current setup, in actuality, was his acceptance as a harmonization of mana occurred... on two fronts even.

Charlemagne was acquiring a stability he couldn't fathom. It materialized in the gleam of his own that Angelica pointed out, which Charlemagne wasn't privy to beforehand. Little did he know, it was a trait of Celestials... of Gods of Creation, as they were once called. "Huh. That's weird," he said, content to blame the glow on Angelica, whatever the specific cause may have been. "Well, whatever. I feel different. Nobody told me I was supposed to feel different. I also have no idea what to do now," he added. There he was, lying on his side while Angelica faced him. He remained nestled betwixt her folds, he remained firm, and he remained... quite mentally lost. Whether this was the end or a temporary break, he didn't know. The answer to that query was probably somewhere in Angelica's head, but would he even question it? No, of course he wouldn't.

[Apollymi]

As they cuddled together Charles stated some oddity in his current glow. He apparently had no idea what it was, nor did he seem to recall where such a thing would have stemmed from. Angelica didn't know enough about other divinities to fully understand it either, but she also wasn't the type to question the mechanisms of the world. The only real exception to this would now be a bit of extra prodding because obviously several things were left out of her lesson on sexual education. Perhaps, that was a human exclusive thought, but she figured everyone should be doing it the way humans did considering it was both functional magically and fun to partake in. If she was being honest, the whole 'mana transfer' thing always seemed a bit boring and too much like a chore. It wasn't even something she considered being part of the fun of a relationship until she'd experienced it as such.

"I don't know, I think it's pretty cute," she said about the weirdness associated with his glow. According to him, no one ever told him he was going to feel different but that didn't really matter. In truth Angelica was glad she wasn't the only one who didn't have the whole of this sort of thing actually explained to her. She'd been beginning to wonder if maybe she was being kept out of the loop on purpose. "I am glad it isn't just me. No one told me how I was supposed to feel about any of this. I was explained only the mechanics and nothing else. It all seemed like it wouldn't matter..." she mused for a second or two. A few afterwards she seemed to be giving thought to what to do. "Hm, we could stay like this, or sleep you seemed pretty exhausted earlier... or maybe play a game or something. We're supposed to be spending time together, but we've technically done a lot of things today so I don't mind if you want to do something else," she offered. Ah, there were plenty of things they could do until they were called upon the next day and Angelica took no issue with any of them. Angelica didn't immediately offer up the idea of them having more sex, she'd already pushed this once and she was satisfied by the experience, though she wouldn't mind more she was pleased by what she'd already been given.

[Bloodedge]

If Charlemagne's new glowing look was cute, he supposed there was nothing to be done about it. He'd take that from Angelica at least. Another thing he'd take from Angelica, would be literally whatever she wanted at this point. "Oh. That's cool then," he said. As for neither of them being told all the important aspects of sex, he could only join Angelica in lamenting. "You know, I was thinking about that earlier... and I guess it makes sense. Your dad is a holy man, so he's probably too chaste for any sort of indulgence. We also just got to learn that your mother is an entire goddess, so I doubt there was much chance to develop an interest in married bliss or whatever."

Charlemagne assumed Father An could only teach methods by which he lived. For that, he couldn't truly blame the Father or Angelica. His own situation was a bit different, but that was also based on the understanding of a totally different world. "Though at least knowing about the mechanics is worth something. Honestly, part of me was afraid of living in the nightmare scenario of not finding the hole. That's a thing you hear a lot in the world I came from," he explained. Of course, Charlemagne had the benefit of not being in control of his own body at all... but a win was a win, he thought.

Moving on, Angelica offered sleep as a suggestion. There was also the alternative of playing a game, or staying as they were, or seemingly anything else in their normal repertoire. Upon giving it a bit of consideration, Charlemagne found himself at war with his own body and soul. His mind wished to relax, his body wished to rest, and his soul wished to get his body moving again. His decision in the end, was to meet somewhere in the middle. "Well, why not do a bit of everything? I don't know if it'd be considered weird or not, but I mean... we could just go to sleep like this, and make a game of whether it slips out overnight or not. Does that sound stupid? I feel like it sounds stupid, or... childish, even."

[Apollymi]

Charles thought his glowing look cool, because Angelica had affirmed it. She expected this, and found herself rather pleased by that information. After all, it wasn't all the time a man had a gentle glow to him and it wasn't as if she didn't find many aspects of Charles cute. It seemed that beyond this point, they both shared a bit of sadness surrounding their lack of sexual knowledge. According to Charles it might have been the case that her father was too holy a man to share a really detailed explanation, especially with her mother being a literal goddess. "I mean that sounds pretty fair when you consider it that way..." she said giving it due fairness. Even so, she figured that if her dad managed to snag someone supposedly so out of his league it would have been way smarter to learn to enjoy her company and try not to get himself forgotten. When she considered it, her father might not have made much of an impression on her mother, the woman didn't even mention him when they spoke, so maybe he wasn't good at it. That was also possible, though it seemed meaner to consider given his current deteriorating state.

Moving on from this line of thought, apparently Charles thought he could have lived nightmare scenario where he wasn't able to find the hole he was looking for. According to the lad this was apparently something greatly feared in his previous life which only made Angelica look at him strangely. "Well, I mean if you couldn't find it, there were plenty of options. I know where it is, we could change angles, you could actually look... that seems like the nightmare would only be in the mind of someone who can't calm down and think about things..." she said aiming to be reassuring but being certain it didn't necessarily sound that way. Whatever the case, they were having a rather interesting line of thought shared between them.

They were discussing the activities they could do for the rest of the night and Charles offered up an almost laughable idea. He wished to combine several things, including sleep and the game of figuring out if he'd slip out of her undercarriage overnight among the many possibilities. He claimed he knew it to be weird or maybe childish but the smile that spread out across Angelica's face couldn't have been contained. "Woah there, Chuck. I am a firm believer that if we can't be weird or childish together we have a lot more work to do..." she mused. "All of that sounds like a pretty good way to end the night, and maybe have a pretty interesting morning~" she teased just a tad. Just the same she was willing to completely settle against him, nuzzling her face into his chest and slipping a leg over and under the one of his which was on top so they were effectively sandwiched together.

[Bloodedge]

The fairness of assertion regarding Father An aside, Charlemagne wondered what sort of ritual the man underwent to end up fathering a goddess's child. Actually, now that he thought about it... if Father An was human and the true sire of Angelica, his earlier line of thinking was a moot point, wasn't it? He'd previously considered it impossible to impregnate Angelica, but suddenly, he was seeing the possibility. Oh... that would mean he'd made a couple of mistakes. Was the 'Call of Creation' phenomenon really a mating call? Was he going to have a quarter-god child floating around somewhere now? Worse still, was he going to have a shotgun wedding?! The thoughts were piling up again, and his heartbeat wouldn't even speed up to match his anxiety.

Luckily for Charlemagne, his decision to sleep as they were was agreed upon by Angelica. His current state of being resulted in the quickest state of relaxation he'd ever known, as if he'd been sedated by her more purposeful embrace the moment it occurred. He was still freaking out mentally, but did it matter? "Eheh... yeah. Being weird and childish can be cool, right? We can just..." Apparently it didn't matter, as Charlemagne was fading before even finishing a sentence. Midway through speaking, the male's eyes fluttered to a close. Consciousness left him just as quickly, it seemed. Perhaps his body was more in need than the rest of him. He'd be out of commission until the wee hours of the morning. Interestingly enough, none of his own movements would see him dislodged from Angelica, if that 'game' proved something worth playing. . .

[Apollymi]

There were some interesting words shared between this pair. All the same they seemed to be easily enjoying each other's company and any mental troubles going on with Charles weren't ones which could be shared by Angelica. She knew that creation took intent, and as neither of them had any intention, the mana he'd given was simply being sorted and used by her body until she had a bigger idea or plan for it. She wasn't intending to make a child or anything of the sort, in fact it'd be less odd to think that the headquarters on the floor belonging to Charlemange's friends would randomly become something much better without direct interference based on that energy she'd collected.

Strangely, Charles didn't even make it through his next sentence before he was pulled into sleep. Angelica look up at his sleeping face and smiled. "You really don't have to go at it so hard, Chuck. Sleep well~" she added softly before kissing the center of his chest. Though she'd never shared a bed in such a manner, wrapped around this lad she felt rather at ease and found herself falling asleep with little or no prompting either. And when she woke early the next morning they were still wrapped up together and Charles was still buried within her body. She found herself gently rolling over until Charles was beneath her and she was atop him, their connection unbroken and the feeling of his manhood no less stiff than it had been when they fell asleep. Just the same she performed a stretch of her spine before leaning down to look in the lad's face. She liked watching him and would be content to do so until he woke. Admittedly the curtain of her hair was around the pair of them as the light entered her western window feeding her new fish.

[Bloodedge]

While Charlemagne slept, there was strangeness. He was certainly conscious of his own heartbeat through the night. It wasn't truly the beat of his heart, but something else he knew nothing about. It pulsed in his chest, through his groin, and all throughout his soul. By the time Angelica woke, that thumping had subsided. By the morning, there had been no separation between Angelica and himself. Sadly, Charlemagne would remain unaware of that as well, as he'd not yet woken. Even the shifting of his body didn't cause the soon-to-be emperor to stir.

Well, that would really depend on one's definition of stirring. He did not wake in the physical sense. Even so, his soul's activity was on the rise like never before. On a metaphysical level, Charlemagne was already battering away at Angelica's interior, fulfilling a greater purpose than humans could ever fathom. Physically, he could not yet even register the small rays of sunlight hitting his face between locks of Angelica's hair. Ah, but perhaps the movement of a soul would be enough? Perhaps Angelica's perception was just high enough to understand the greater purpose. Perhaps their souls were connected well enough for hers to join his in the greater scheme. Time would tell all tales when it saw fit. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles seemed to have some kind of strange sleep. Angelica had slept perfectly fine, and thus had woken quite a bit earlier than Charles did. Of course, in it being like this, she found herself awake, atop him and waiting for his waking. She'd been watching his face her senses as open as they always were she felt a certain stirring deep within her person. Oh? So Charles hadn't woken fully physically yet, but his mana and body understood at least what they wished to be doing. Hm... Angelica by virtue of their current connect felt a similar stirring in her own loins based around their meeting. What was she to do about this?

Well there was one thing certain in this life, Angelica didn't possess a single normal human hang-up. In knowing and feeling the pulse of Charles's mana, she knew for certain that it wished for release. His own feeling led to the pull of creation, even while he was unconscious. Given this, it would only be polite of her to relieve him of his burden, right? Yes. That made perfect sense. And the gentle slickening of her own loins allowed her to raise and lower her hips, stirring herself using Charles manhood as a tool for this point while aiming to coax his release. "I'll be taking this... though if you don't wake up you probably won't remember," she teased the lad as her hips kept up their movement. Charles had been in control of this, and she didn't have much feed back from him in the active sense. Even so, she definitely realized that she could control her own explosive properities rather easily from a position like this. She was physically active enough to gain the speed and depth she required to enjoy herself. She could even rock her hips just enough to send a chill down her spine with every movement she put forth. Yes... this was one way to get what you were looking for.

[Bloodedge]

Whether Charlemagne would remember the morning or not was irrelevant. As it stood, his mana was behaving as his Spiritual Core intended, regardless of his desires or even consciousness. Every pulse of his mana was equivalent to, if not somehow beyond, any thrust of his hips previously done for the same purpose. Angelica moved herself in his lap, surely having invented the thing called cowgirl position based on her own lack of sex-related knowledge. Even unconscious, Charlemagne could feel everything happening to his manhood. Every increase of moisture registered, as did every pressure shift and every difference in texture within Angelica's person.

Naturally, so many things reaching one's senses would wake a person, right? Well... sort of. Charlemagne was soon showing signs of consciousness, albeit early ones. His tool had begun throbbing physically in addition to the pulse of mana already experienced. Just the same, his body was beginning to shift just slightly. Charlemagne mumbled while seeming to stretch, all during a slow upward thrust of his hips ─ which itself seemed to be a subconscious movement.

[Apollymi]

Angelica was on top of Charles. It only made logical sense to her, that if he wasn't moving himself in and out of her, that she could do it herself. Taking advantage of a sleeping person, nor anything nefarious about her behavior never came to mind. Instead there was a succinct feeling as pressure began to build in her loins. The throbbing of Charles's tool was soon felt by her as well. And it gave her a bit more rhythm to work with while she figured out how to go about her rather devious ride.

Of course, this leisurely paced ride, would soon be something very different as the push for consciousness in Charles gave him more prominent physical reactions. Soon, one of her movements was met by something up an upward thrust by the lad. It was slow, but not deliberate but still she aimed to meet it, sinking down towards it as it pushed itself upward and into her. It was without a doubt one of the most delightful things she'd ever felt, and she found herself letting out an audible moan soon after. Her hips would for a second come to a stand still as the feeling of a slow reached climax seemed to take her into a slow breathing period of minor recovery. It was quite different being in complete control of movements which sent her over the edge.

[Bloodedge]

If Charlemagne happened to be dreaming at the time, it was soon to become a very strange one. Upon being greeted by the very first glimpses of consciousness, his ears caught wind of Angelica's moaning. That sound invaded his dream and interrupted whatever process he was going through during it, causing a waking already hastened by all he felt. He mumbled again, eyes moving whilst lidded. As his eyes began opening, prior to the blur disappearing from his vision, it seemed he had something to say. "To... sa..."

Whatever words he meant to string together were lost as Charlemagne realized where he was, and what was happening. The disappearing fog heralded the visage of Angelica, her full nudity, and that massive veil of hair that almost functioned as a tent for him presently. "Eh? Angie?" he questioned. Just then, Charlemagne's eyes shifted down. Doing so allowed him to take in the full breadth of the Holy Princess's nudity, and moreover... the fact that they probably hadn't been separated while sleeping. Even if they had been, Angelica had obviously woken with a few plans in mind. "What are y─ahah!" he babbled. Well, one could surmised that they were at it again this morning. Charlemagne obviously had no real say in the matter, but... he also wasn't offering any complaints. Whatever that dream of his was, any importance had been lost instantaneously.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that Charles had been trying to say something. Whatever it was initially it wasn't completed. Instead the lad seemed to be struggling with what was happening as he woke. His first complete thought was questioning Angelica about the activity she was currently engaged in. She'd recently come to a halt as she'd experienced a grand flourish which left her core choking that which was buried in her depths.

She looked down her body at the lad with a smile on her face seemingly excited that he was now amongst the woken of the day. She leaned in and pressed her lips against his forehead. "Good, you're finally awake. Well, that's probably wrong to say, you've been awake inside for quite a while," she mused seeming to be referring to the strange pulsing initially caused by his mana. Not that it mattered, she was content to restart the shifting of her hips. She'd go on to comment on his rather sudden lack of words. "Did you have something to ask, Chuck?" An innocent question while she moved her hips in his lap in a manner which was objectively not innocent at all. Just the same, she could easily continue as she was until such a time as he was certain what kind of activity he wanted to commit.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne never expected such a mind-blowing event to occur during his moments of waking. He had enough surprises on the previous day, but apparently, he was due to start the new morning in an even more shocking manner. That sudden clamp around his tool was all it took to blank Charlemagne's mind, making the shock of the morning a thing of the past. No longer would he be concerned about what was happening. Rather, he'd henceforth concern himself with what would come next. That would most likely be him... in a manner of speaking. . .

Ah, but Angelica had things to say. He'd been awake within for some time, apparently. That much was a given if one considered how Angelica managed to wake him. She also wondered if he had something to ask. Did he? There may have been something, but everything was blending together... in the background, where it belonged. "Uh... maybe?" Charlemagne said before taking note of Angelica's movements ─ specifically the nature of how her hips shifted. In that very moment, any question he previously had was replaced by something far more important. Of course, that came along with a few incoherent mutterings beforehand. "Where did you figure out how to do that?" he asked. At the time, he seemed to have fixated on Angelica's lower half. His eyes were focused, and that normally repetitive throbbing gained both frequency and intensity. Just the same, his hips were subconsciously shifting upward with every fall of Angelica's.

[Apollymi]

It seemed that Angelica would have a few moments to continue her ride before Charles actually managed to get around to asking whatever question had popped into his mind upon waking. Of course, she could only be curious about his thoughts as he'd yet to say anything negative about her current activity. She hadn't even entertained the idea of this being an inappropriate way for the lad to wake. And just the same she'd had time to figure out how to enjoy the position she was currently in.

Ironically enough, it would be the exact nature of her current activity which Charles managed to question. The movements of her hips didn't pause at all. She seemed to think about it a bit, as it was a sort of process though not one which had required a lot of thought at all. She supposed she'd never done it before and had no reason to assume that it would be an unknown thing. Humans did have to make babies, so perhaps this was something which was common knowledge in some way. "Well, I rolled us over when I stretched... and it seemed like it was time. And you did all the moving before so I figured I should do the most of it while I'm on top," she mused. "And then I started moving so I did what felt good... so basically I figured it out in the moment," she said coming to the conclusion about this thing. "Is it good for you too this way?" she asked knowing that her movements were mostly selfish even as her body was colliding with his as she lowered herself into his rising groin and lifted it off as he retreated. Such was a good way and she was rather close to another little explosion.

[Bloodedge]

Speaking of being close to explosions, Charlemagne was en route to yet another himself. He'd only been awake for a matter of moments. He didn't know how long Angelica had been straddling him. All he knew was that a very familiar feeling was building. Angelica explained how she'd evolved things to this position, giving him no insight about the time spent, but all necessary information regarding the development itself. Upon hearing her words, Charlemagne considered it a very primal way of developing a new sex position. Surely this was exactly how the humans of old did so, right?

No matter. Angelica's decision showed her sense of fairness, which anyone with sense could only appreciate. The fact that she reached a position widely considered a staple among sexual encounters was incredible in a way, and strangely wholesome by the method she'd chosen. Ah, and there was the question of whether it was good for Charlemagne or not. Clearly all was well for Angelica, considering she hadn't stopped moving all this time. For Charlemagne, well... he did start moving in the middle of it all. "Ah ─ well... yeah. Everything so far has been good for me. I mean, I expected something great any time I thought about it... but I didn't expect any of it to feel so awesome," he explained, managing coherence in his honesty.

Of course, the honesty of Charlemagne's mouth was hardly necessary at this point. There was an amount of moisture to be found between Angelica's folds which didn't wholly originate from her. He'd been leaking for a few moments, and excessively at that. Yet another occurrence went beyond the male's understanding. At least he understood one thing. . . "That might not mean the same thing for you, though. I don't know how long you've been going, but I'm not going to last much longer─"

[Apollymi]

Angelica's movements seemed to match Charles, as she established a ride she quite enjoyed. She'd been at this activity, long enough to have climaxed once already and as such the next build up was rather swiftly on its way due to the added friction caused by the lad below moving against her. Even so, she was pleased as she explained her process and glad to know that Charles was enjoying her actions. It wouldn't have been very fair at all if one of them was having more fun than the other. A smile spread across her face and she found herself leaning into him again to peck his lips before she sat back up. "Good, I'm glad you like it too... what I was doing earlier was I imagine a bit more... a tiny bit more selfish. It felt like I was chasing that mind clearing sensation~" she mused about her time spent moving around and grinding/riding in Charles's lap. And giving the slightest hint that she'd been at this for quite a few moments before he woke.

Moving on from that, it seemed that her movements and his combined were good enough for Charles to be nearing the end of his rope so to speak. That wasn't really a problem and given it was working she kept up the movements as she'd been doing for the entirety of his waking. "Well... that really isn't a problem, I am pretty sure it'll happen for me again when you let it out inside~" she mused. This was still mana transfer, but she assumed humans had a different word for it. She'd either ask someone about it later or figure it out in a moment. But she'd still said something that was accepting of the inevitable outcome of the lad spilling his seed within her, again.

[Bloodedge]

Once again, Angelica expressed her sense of fairness. According to her, the earlier part of her ride had been a bit more selfish than the present. Charlemagne quirked a brow upon hearing this truth. "That's cool. I promise, even if you're moving completely for you, I'll have a great time. I can't imagine any other result," he admitted. The way he felt now, Charlemagne was beyond certain there were no potential negatives to bedding Angelica. Well, maybe there'd be some hell-related trip for him in the future, but he'd try avoiding that by other means at this point.

Moving on, Charlemagne's lips were graced by Angelica's once more. Only then did he gain the sense to act, taking hold of her upper arms with both hands. It felt only natural now to be a bit more proactive ─ especially as they'd technically been linked at the groin all night. With that in mind, Angelica's kiss was met by a somewhat... hungrier variant presented by Charlemagne. It wasn't meant to have such intensity, but the moment he acted, there was a sudden urgency even he hadn't expected. He was attacking Angelica's lips before he knew it, abandoning any rebut to her words in favor of something better. His tongue was prodding away at her mouth at the first sign of an opening. Charlemagne knew of something called a French kiss, but not that it originally stemmed from swapping mana orally.

So then, why did he seek the space within Angelica's mouth? Perhaps it had to do with his body and soul's reactions to her words. Angelica spoke of her climax being expected the moment he released his own within her. Something about that idea being shared verbally in the moment was... among the greatest things Charlemagne had ever heard. His body seemed willing to respond immediately in its own way, naturally by expelling the exact fluid Angelica sought amidst a series of spastic, lower-body jerking motions. Once again strange for Charlemagne, was the realization that he wasn't producing less of it each time. In fact... it may have been more, now that he was focused and thinking clearly.

[Apollymi]

Angelica expressed what she thought was the truth of her previously chosen positional choices. Even so, there was a rather comforting claim made by Charles that even if she moved only for herself, he didn't imagine not enjoying it as well. That was a heart-warming thing to hear. She did carry a base need to balance the scales as it were. She didn't wish to be greedy nor apathetic when it came to Charles. No, instead she wished to deal with him on equal terms as much as possible. Even so, she felt like the goodness of their relationship was a bit of give and take on both sides.

So what was being given? After she spoke on the idea of being able to reach other flourish simply by virtue of Charles depositing his building one within her, she found that he'd begun moving a bit more vigorously. It was like he was excited by the prospect. What was more, he'd gripped her arms and began to kiss her with a bit more urgency than she'd know in their previous moments. His tongue found its way into her mouth and it was a rather surprising sensation. Even so, she found herself rubbing against the invader, gently at first, but then with more reason as the sensation of her loins built up faster and faster. And then, it happened, Charles spilled himself within her, and she found herself coming to a stop, slamming him home within her person and clamping down upon his manhood. All the while she was moaning her climax directly into Charles mouth as their mana mixed together. It was such an intimate thing and it was just as entertaining as any other time they'd connected their bodies together.

Filled as she was, Angelica was glowing and practically brimming with energy soon after. But found herself searching for breath while her body came to relax against, Charles's fore. "That was... really good, I think... amazing." she murmured against his chest. Their bodies still pressed together as she tried to recover but also consciously enjoyed being in such close proximity.

[Bloodedge]

As his seed was spilled into Angelica's undercarriage for a third time without any removal, the sensible part of Charlemagne's brain had one question: Where did it all go? He felt as if there was so much each time, he couldn't imagine there still being room for it all. Was it some magical absorption? Maybe it just felt like a lot more than it truly was; keeping up with how things worked in this magical world was difficult. Besides, he had bigger things to concern himself with, such as his own surprise maneuvers and Angelica's equally surprising reciprocation.

Alas, all things seemed so fleeting. A dance of tongues lasted only for the duration of shared orgasm, which itself seemed to squeeze an additional spurt of seed from Charlemagne's groin. Their mana swirled and intertwined to such an extent that even Charlemagne could tell what was happening... mostly. This must have been what Heroic Spirits felt like ─ at least in terms of energy transference. Either way, the separation of their mouths resulted in Angelica offering commentary. It seemed she'd managed to enjoy herself. Charlemagne was sure he'd be in that boat regardless, but the certainty of it all this time was unquestionable. "Haah... yeah. Same. I feel like a different person. I didn't even do anything," he said. Loosening his grip on Angelica's arms, Charlemagne found one of his hands resting atop her head, which itself had found a place on his chest. He didn't understand how she was tolerating the heavy rise and fall of his ribcage, but if she was alright with that, he had no complaints about her being there. Besides... "Eh... I don't think I can move─"

[Apollymi]

Were did all of the seed spilled into Angelica go? Well, technically into her body, circulating around because the truth of 'semen' or 'bodily fluids' in general were that they were mostly mana. So it'd be absorbed into the body of a creator as they were meant to accept and receive mana as much as possible. That didn't matter though, she'd easily find herself not leaking an enormous amount of fluids from her body. Regardless, Charles's hands moved from her sides to one resting atop her head while the other was on his own chest.

He did seem quite winded but she didn't have any problem with the struggles of his breathing or anything like that. Actually, she was quite fond of this post coital cuddling. He claimed he hadn't even done anything but he felt like a different person. "Hm, you feel a bit different than before, but not new... I don't know if that makes sense," she said not knowing how to qualify the difference in the way he felt now, versus how he had even just yesterday afternoon. Beyond this, he went on to claim only that he didn't think he could move. "Ugh, if I am being honest, I am pretty sure I can't either..." she said giggling. She'd stay where she was a few more minutes before purposefully but gently dislodging the man from her depths and rolling casually into his side after doing so... "Alright so... given that it's morning someone will probably be by to get us eventually. Want to have a bath or something?" she asked not knowing what else to do with their abundant energy and current spare time.

[Bloodedge]

In the wake of a technically night-long sexual encounter, the pair relaxed and conversed. Charlemagne equated the scene to something one would see in a movie. Given how he felt, he imagined many in his old world had a small sample of euphoria, and pushed to replicate what they imagined its ultimate form was when creating fiction. Here he was, living the dream. Charlemagne would have expected himself to be over the moon about such an experience in its aftermath, but instead he was fully relaxed and at peace with the world.

Apparently, neither party had it in them to move at the moment. Well, Charlemagne took no issue with lying still for a while longer. Angelica took the liberty of extricating herself from his groin, moving over to his side with a simple roll. In doing so, she wound up atop his arm, which wrapped around the princess's shoulder almost naturally. "Oh, awesome. I was expecting to be the only one," he mused. True enough, someone was sure to arrive eventually for the purpose of collecting them. His coronation would be this day, after all. Charlemagne hoped for a bit of time to investigate the current mystery surrounding Jeanne d'Arc, but part of him wanted to lie in bed all day, skipping everything else. Hell, even going for a bath seemed like too much a chore. "I wouldn't mind one... if I could move. I don't see myself wanting to do that until I have to, though. . ."

[Apollymi]

Charles and Angelica spent the moments after dislodging cuddled up in their shared afterglow. According to Charles, he was surprised that it wasn't just him that suffered from the indolence induced by their previous bout of sexual activity. Beside him with his arm wrapped around her Angelica spoke her head resting on his shoulder and her body in close proximity to his. "Of course it wasn't just you..." she stated as if it was obvious. She wasn't at all used to the type of activities that they'd been enjoying together. Though she'd received the greatest energy from their exchange, her body felt as if moving immediately wasn't the right call. Lethargy was something she didn't experience often but it felt right in their shared bliss.

When she offered a bath, she'd done so for the sake of making them move. Though Charles himself didn't seem interested in moving much at all. "I also don't feel like getting up, but I figured I'd make the offer and force myself to get up if you did~" she said. Ah, what a strange use of Angelica's inborn sense of fairness. Of course, she found herself further relaxing into Charles side. "Fine, most people can't just burst in or anything. Or wouldn't..." she mused seemingly fine with taking the super relaxed approach to the day.

[Bloodedge]

And so, relaxation was the thing to focus on for the time being. Neither of them felt like getting out of bed, uncommon as that was for both parties. Charlemagne took a deep breath once the decision to laze about was agreed upon. A bit of rest and relaxation was nice every now and then, and he'd been enjoying a fair amount of it for the past 24 hours. "You don't have to make yourself get up. Sometimes it is better to do nothing. Let's enjoy a minute of peace before life gets hectic again," he said while stretching lightly.

In total, the new couple had about two hours of relaxation time to spare. At roughly the two hour mark, Floor 99 would be visited by the tallest of Charlemagne's associates by far. Fierabras the elf stood in front of the Sapphire Palace, sans weaponry and armor. He appeared to be sporting the official robes of the Holy Templar Order. One couldn't be very surprised; he was part of the group answering directly to the new Holy Emperor. Unlike some of his peers, Fierabras did not enjoy a close enough relationship with the Holy Princess to seek her directly. Since Charlemagne was likely wherever Angelica would be found, this man sought one of the latter's servants to send her way. The time had come. The Twelve Peers of Charlemagne had already been called to Floor 100. All they needed for the coronation was Charlemagne himself, as well as the would-be Holy Empress. Surely there would be no complications. . .

[Apollymi]

Charles had more life based advice for Angelica. He claimed that she should relax while she could because their lives could get hectic again. Perhaps, it was good indeed to take some time and enjoy these moments of silent and lazy relaxation. She'd enjoy it that way, cuddled up with the lad for a couple of hours in post-coital bliss.

All of this until of course, the interruption they knew was coming ended up here. They'd be called upon by one of Angelica's own personal servants, who called up to let them know of the arrival of someone called, Fierabras. Angelica didn't recognize the name, but assumed he was one of Charlemagne's people. She stretched in bed and gave something of a request. "Alright. We'll be down in a bit, serve tea in the meantime," Angelica mentioned. Of course, there would be quick baths and dressing before the pair made their way down Angelica's tower. Though they'd not truly prepared for the interruption, Angelica was far from off put by the wait. Out in the gardens a pot of tea and a few cups were waiting. Fierabras could partake if he wished, but Angelica would be content to take Charles downstairs at his leisure. "Do you want or need anything in particular? If not we can head down when you're ready..." she mentioned as she stood in her closet placing layers of clothes onto herself. She was content to be lead down another rainbow type path.

[Bloodedge]

During his wait, Fierabras was approached once more by a servant of Angelica's. He was told of tea being served in the gardens, and subsequently escorted to that very place. He supposed he'd be sitting around with tea for a bit. He somehow managed to situate himself comfortably while waiting for Angelica and the man of the hour's arrival.

Said arrival would occur eventually, but only after a time of bathing and dressing. Charlemagne eventually stood by the foot of Angelica's bed, equipping his graves while leaving other pieces of armor behind. Considering there would soon be a coronation, he doubted he'd be keeping the same clothes for very long. Throwing on all that armor would be a waste. With everything excess left in a neat pile beside the bed, he stretched. "I don't need anything. Honestly, I'm just ready to get this over with. There's still so much to do," he stated. Moving about was still a minor annoyance, but he could manage for the time being. "Besides, Fier isn't the most patient guy around. He's always really chill about stuff, but he gets a little... different when he's been waiting around doing nothing."

[Apollymi]

Angelica would find herself slipping into a dress and subsequently flattening it out while looking in the mirror. Once she was certain every curl was in place she came out to find Charles mostly dressed and near the foot of her bed. He apparently had interesting commentary about the man who'd been sent to fetch him and claimed some sort of difference in the man's personality when he waited too long. "I don't recognize the name or anything, but I don't know if I like how you said... different just then..." she mused. Still she was dressed and sure nothing was amiss with her attire.

"So, are you ready then? I'm ready~" she mused seemingly happy to create a path for them straight down the the gardens. They could descend into the gardens after taking less than 30 minutes or so to completely get ready for the day. Of course, she had no idea how this Fierabras would respond to the wait. In fact, that name didn't sound familiar to her at all, so she was left to wonder which individual they were. She didn't remember meeting anyone with a name like that at all. She have a bit of time to consider it while they made their way down the path to the gardens and then she'd see something quite unexpected.

[Bloodedge]

"Eh?" Thinking about it in the moment, Charlemagne realized Angelica had no reason to know Fierabras. She'd seen almost every member of his group, but Fierabras was added a bit after the party formed. "Ah, right. He was one of the Saracens back then. He got into it with us a lot back in the day, especially with Olivier. He joined the group eventually," he explained briefly. As for Fierabras being different after waiting, perhaps it wasn't as bad as he made it sound. A bit of clarification may have helped that as well. "That's the best way I could put it. I don't think he's unbrearable or anything. He's just... a little weird."

Perhaps Angelica would understand Charlemagne's meaning when they reached the garden. Down from the tower they went on a trip that would eventually bring Fierabras into sight. There he was, looking nearly two meters tall even while sitting at Angelica's garden table. He was staring down into a teacup with no tea inside, as he wouldn't have started drinking while others were sure to arrive. Once they were in range, he looked toward the pair. "Eighty-two pollen spores fell into my cup. I wonder if it will create a new flavor profile," he commented, much to Charlemagne's amusement. "Well uh... I can't say I've ever considered the flavor of pollen. I'm sure you'll let me know how it turns out though, yeah?" said Charlemagne. "Anyway. Angie, this is Fier. He's the one with the ridiculous sense of taste... and the weird tastes to go along with it, I guess."

[Apollymi]

Angelica was given a bit of background on the man known as Fierabras. He was a former enemy turned comrade. He had fought a lot against them, especially against Olivier. There was the claim that he wasn't an unbearable individual he was just weird. Meanwhile, Angelica simply found the entirety of the idea of joining up with ones enemies to become a trusted member of their group to be a bit strange. "I don't really get the enemy to friend thing, but maybe I don't really have to," she said with a nod. "If you say he's all right I can trust you about it," she said carefully. Whatever the case she was not prepared for the first thing she saw upon reaching the gardens.

This man was sitting at her table, and he was... huge. She was certain he'd have to look down at her even just a little while sitting in a chair. Standing he had to be absolutely frightening. She managed only a look of sheer curiosity. Even so, she maintained a quiet amount of shock while Charles and this man had a conversation about the number of pollen grains that had fallen within his cup? What? Yes, definitely odd, but that wasn't even the most pressing point here. "Listen here, Chuck I think you left out the most important point! This guy is huge!" she said seeming to have forgotten anything resembling manners, she recovered pretty quickly though. "Oops, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I've never met someone so tall... it's amazing... just different. I'm Angelica, nice to meet you. Do you want to try the tea? I have no idea of pollen will make a difference but I grew everything here so it isn't anything it wouldn't have already been exposed to," she explained of the situation. Ah, whatever the case, she seemed to have recovered though a bit sheepish she went to join this man at the table content to have tea. Someone like Turpin would have given them a rundown of what was going on with everyone else. She didn't know what to expect of Fierabras, but she could be friendly.

[Bloodedge]

One couldn't expect Angelica to fully grasp the enemy-turned-friend. That sort of thing was one of the random, impossible to predict things that could happen in the adventuring world. Charlemagne couldn't even properly explain how it all happened; it was unexpected to him as well. "I know it sounds weird, but he's one of the most stand-up guys I know! There are few people I'd take by my side before him. Though I'd say the same about all my friends..." he said with a casual eye roll.

Once they arrived, Fierabras proved his strangeness with only a few words. Charlemagne figured things would become clear, but what Angelica took issue with was something else entirely. She pointed out the gargantuan size of Fierabras in a manner none would ever expect of a princess. Apparently, that was the most important thing here, and Charlemagne had left it out entirely. He even seemed a bit confused by the mention. "Eh?! But he's an elf. Of course he's huge!" said Charlemagne. Fierabras had little to say, but something to say nonetheless. "Elf does not mean gigantic. Racist," the elf said plainly. While Charlemagne huffed over that ridiculous accusation, Fierabras set his gaze upon Angelica. To her, he had more words to share. "You're both glowing. The atmosphere of this floor must be amazing. I'll try the tea with more pollen if you have it. No sugar," he said. Fierabras spoke in a very flat manner, but it was his genuine tone. Charlemagne, for one, knew that his talk of the atmosphere was exactly what he assumed regarding the glow around them. As such, Charlemagne was snickering shortly after hearing the elf's speech.

[Apollymi]

Charles described Fierabras as one of the most stand up guys he knew. Angelica knew by words alone that he meant that trusted the man. She knew for a fact that those without trust didn't find themselves attached to Charles long term, so even if she didn't understand how they'd become friends, she was still happy for them. "I realize that, so as long as all of you are happy. I am happy for you," she said seeming to be content even while not truly understanding the situation.

That aside, there was the matter of Fierabras who was an Elf, now that Angelica was looking at him directly. Still that wasn't something to just assume, given how many different sorts of humanoids had pointed ears. She'd once read in a book that such a thing mean a connection to divinity. "I can't assume someone with pointy ears is an elf, that's racist," Angelica followed up. Playfully terse. Just the same, it seemed that Fierabras was equally capable of being in a good mood, as he didn't seem upset at all, even when calling Charles out for his 'racist' ideologies. Of course, Angelica hadn't shown the best side of her royal upbringing initially but she was still a fairly reasonable person as such, when the man said he'd try the tea, with extra pollen she thought about how to gather it. "I don't have it, but... give me a second," she said about the pollen. Comments about their glowing nature and the type of floor this was were an interesting connection, but given the snicker of Charles she thought the better of commenting. Instead a golden looking jewel was formed at the tip of her finger, and it seemed to magnetize pollen grains to it sucking it inside as she concentrated her mana on it. A few seconds of gathering later, and there was a small jewel with a small flaw which could have pollen poured out of it, in her hands. "Here, it's more pollen. I'm sorry you had to wait on us," she said offering before taking her seat at the table. No one could say that she wasn't a good host. She'd pour his cup of tea and one for Charles as well. This table included some fresh fruit and other small offerings in case of the princess' hunger as per usual. "Also help yourselves," she offered with a bright smile. Yes, a little breakfast with a new friend was no problem at all.

[Bloodedge]

"Eh? Eh?!" Charlemagne was baffled. One truth existed for him around those he knew. No matter what, he'd always end up the butt of someone's joke or teasing. In this case, both Fierabras and Angelica were calling him racist for calling elves tall individuals. "Both of you?! Literally every elf I've ever seen has been tall!" he insisted. Fierabras had little reaction to this, bar a few more words to share. "Your personal experience has created a stereotype. Elf does not mean gigantic," he reiterated.

Charlemagne had little choice but to give up. Apparently, he was just some sort of racist. Fierabras didn't seem to be legitimately bothered at all. Of course, he didn't seem to be much of anything other than pleased ─ as he always seemed. Apart from anything else, Angelica seemed willing to provide additional pollen for his tea, and that was something to be satisfied about. She produced some sort of gem which drew pollen into itself. By the time she was done with whatever magic she utilized, Fierabras was offered a small container of pollen to pour in as he saw fit. "You're too kind. I don't mind the wait. It gave me time to discover something that may be a delicacy," he claimed while shaking gratuitous amounts of pollen into his teacup. While they sat and drank, he would have more information to share. "I should catch you up. Everyone in the group is waiting on Floor 100. Astolfo learned overheard a conversation he wasn't prepared for last night, so Janessa has been keeping him tame. The same could be said of Roland now that Olivier has some free time. The coronation shouldn't be very problematic, nor should the aftermath," he explained.

So then, Charlemagne could assume Astolfo now knew of Jeanne d'Arc's fate. He'd been meaning to find a way of letting the lad know directly, but... it was going to come out eventually regardless. "That's a shame. I meant to tell him myself at some point. There's never a good time for it. Oh well. If he manages to stay rational about it, he might be able to help us solve the mystery."

[Apollymi]

Charles found himself flustered by the combined teasing of Angelica and Fierabras. Angelica found it humorous and thus kept a little giggle to herself even as she prepared the pollen for the man sitting at her table already. Even so, Charles and Fierabras seemed to have a pretty good friendship, as she'd noted between the man and all of the members of his party she'd witnessed him interact with. Truly, she was happy he had a group so enjoyable to keep him company.

According to Fierabras, Angelica was too kind and he didn't mind the wait as he may have discovered some new delicacy. "If you say so... I am not sure what kind of delicacy that might be, but if it adds something I'm interested in finding out. I could like raise bees or something in my spare time to help out the process a bit more," Angelica said. She wasn't as interested in nature as some other people, but she did have a wide variety of activities she used to keep herself busy. Moreover, there was the matter of something else, and that was, what the group that belonged to Charles had been up to for the duration of their evening.

Angelica added honey to her tea, and heard out the words spoken by the man. The idea that Astolfo had found out about Jeanne was something rather problematic. What was being done to keep him from freaking out though sounded strange. "I find myself slightly worried by the wording of everyone in this group when they talk about keeping anyone tame," she said her brows drawn together in confusion. Regardless, it seemed that Charles thought the man might have been good to help figure out the mystery of Jeanne d'Arc if he could be kept that way. Roland also being kept calm was pretty good. Still, perhaps there was some nuance to that lad that she didn't understand, mostly due to not understanding how simply being turned down had turned him into such a raging animal. Just the same she'd enjoy her tea and eat a few pieces of fruit, it would be bad to have a grumbling stomach during a coronation. Not that she figured she'd feel hungry considering the amount of energy she'd consumed. "You should eat a bit, Charlie," she mentioned figuring that it was more likely for him to feel fatigue than her, given the nature of mana exchange.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, it seemed the Holy Princess didn't share Fierabras's interest in eclectic cuisine. Oh well; he'd have to make new discoveries by himself before offering his feedback. If Angelica decided to start raising bees in the end, perhaps she'd have a regular visitor all for the purpose of acquiring... pollen. "I will let you know if it satisfies." Fierabras, at least to one who knew him well, seemed rather excited to try this pollen tea. Charlemagne watched the elf stir a cup of pollenated liquid, being nothing but pleased by the enjoyment experienced by a comrade... Even one who recently called him a racist. In the meantime, Charlemagne prepared his own cup. He would be steering clear of the pollen, but he'd take a bit of honey. "If you're using honey as a sweetener, you may as well start raising bees anyway," he commented.

The moment of truth was upon them. Upon taking his first sip of pollen-infused tea, Fierabras had a very unique sparkle in his eyes. Charlemagne knew in an instant how he felt about drinking pollen, and Angelica would find out soon enough. "It's incredible! It's chalky, but sweet. Much better than sugar," Fierabras explained. Overall, he figured there would never be a use for sugar in his tea again. Maybe he would even try raising bees. . .

Moving on, there was the matter of the Twelve Peers and their strange mannerisms when addressing each other's problems. Charlemagne shrugged in response to Angelica's concern, knowing there were many ways by which Astolfo could be... mediated. None of them, however, were any of his business. "We don't meddle. However Janessa managed to calm him down is her business. We can speculate, but we all pretty much agreed to keep out of each other's... preferences a long time ago. Astolfo is pretty much the only one who doesn't listen. Well, besides maybe Roland, but he's also kinda crazy," Charlemagne rambled while picking out a few pieces of fruit. Now that Angelica mentioned it, he was feeling a bit famished. "Yeah, good idea. I haven't eaten since the fish."

[Apollymi]

According to Fierabras, he would share if the pollen was a satisfactory addition to his tea. Good, technically speaking Angelica was pretty interested to know. As for Charles, commentary on her raising bees, she could only shrug. "Someone brings the honey to me. I know how it is made, and I know it is gathered on this floor but it isn't something I have a personal hand in. I don't even know where the nest is... or whatever," she stated of her own lack of bee based knowledge. Of course this was part of the strangeness of her upbringing. After all, no one would expect the princess to take much of an interest in where things come from, and most spent a lot of time diverting away from her when she asked questions... even though they were seriously just a point of curiosity.

The oddity of her upbringing aside, Fierabras had a concise and detailed explanation of the addition of pollen to his tea. He also seemed to be rather excited by the addition itself. "Hm, sounds more like dry honey, which also sounds pretty good..." she mused seeming to understand them a bit better. "I'm glad you found some happiness in your new experience. I may have to try it myself sometime~" she stated, figuring that pollen could have a few uses in some things she liked. She'd definitely put in some thought to raising a few bees. An apiary would be an apt addition to her many small works on this floor. Yes, an apiary would be potentially fun.

While she thought this over, Charles explained how the privacy of the Peers seemed to work. No one questioned the preferences of each other. And most didn't share them openly aside from people like Astolfo and apparently Roland. This reminded Angelica of her introduction to a certain member of Charles group which she thought to mention the oddity of, when it'd been sort of lost in their investigation the previous day. "Oh? Is that why we were ignoring the fact that Olivier was using a guy as a chair yesterday, in a way much less conventional than I would expect someone to do so?" she asked seeming to have made some sense of things. She imagined however the group kept each other out of their personal affairs was likely fine but she hadn't known the previous day if she was odd for noticing or not. Actually, several of the individuals she'd met seemed to have some rather odd quirks about them.

[Bloodedge]

Charlemagne believed Angelica's preference for honey should have her raising bees already. Angelica, on the other hand, kept herself distant from the process, leaving others to bring her honey instead of being involved somehow in its creation. That was strange for her; Charlemagne figured she would take joy in involvement. In this case however, her method of choice left him curious. "There it is. Your princess part is showing," he said flatly before sipping tea. While drinking, Charlemagne thought the better of that statement. His cup lowered slowly, and he shared additional words. "Alright. Never saying that again. Princess parts? Eugh," he cringed audibly.

Fierabras continued to enjoy his odd choice of tea. Angelica thought to try it herself at some point, which he certainly recommended to anyone. What he didn't recommend, was concerning oneself with Olivier's choices, which Angelica brought into question. "Yes," he stated firmly before Charlemagne could even speak. There was such certainty in his voice, as if it were taboo to address such things as Olivier did. In fact, it almost was in their group. Charlemagne himself would go on to add more of an explanation. "Yeah, that's a whole bunch of 'Olivier business' we tend to steer clear of. With people like her and Astolfo, speculation alone is automatically outlandish while still being in the realm of possibility. It's best for everyone's mental health to keep involvement at a minimum. To ask too many questions is to offer your own involvement in somebody's weirdness, so we all just decided to respect each other's differences and leave well enough alone."

[Apollymi]

The princess part of Angelica was showing. She assumed that to mean the part of her raised as a princess in the hands off manner she was. She did accept that she had some random rather extreme differences in what she actively did and what she didn't do. But what she didn't account for, was the use of the term 'Princess Parts' being something Charles seemed to dislike. Actually, hearing it said the second time, she also didn't really like it. "Yeah, that's probably for the best, I didn't think about it initially... but it does sound weird," she mused. Seeming to agree with the idea that Charles would never say something like that again.

Moving on, Fierabras had a strong, almost visceral reaction to the mention the habits of Olivier. Angelica gave that a bit of thought and came to a single conclusion, "Uh, that sounds traumatic, apologies," she managed seeming to understand that some difficulties might have during such a discussion. Of course, Charles went on to fully explain that whatever was going on with Olivier was her personal business. And that they as a group had agreed to not delve too far into each others personal interests. "That seems a bit strange, but if it works... I understand. I'll avoid questioning too many things~" she concluded rather easily. Well, maybe directly, but there would be at least a few members of this group who could make the princess ask more than a few questions about their 'interests' not that it mattered in the long run. She'd only pry after making friends, she decided.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah. Let's all just pretend that never came up," Charlemagne said in the end. The sooner everyone forgot about the whole 'princess parts' exchange, the better all of reality would be for it. For now, Charlemagne would slowly sip his tea while trying to wipe his own brain. That sort of nonsense had no place anywhere; he'd remove it from its point of inception before anything else.

In the meantime, Fierabras was all but chugging tea from his cup. Pollen was a surprisingly delicious addition, it seemed. Ah, but maybe his actions had to do with drowning any Olivier-related memories that had come up again? The world may never know. "That woman is trauma. It's all in the eyes and that terrifying smile," he mumbled. For a moment, one might surmise that the cup in his hand was shaking as it touched the table again. In that same time, one might see his throat move as if gulping, even though no tea remained in his mouth to swallow. Charlemagne, as one who'd seen these signs multiple times before, chimed in quickly. "Yeah, Liv's a freak. Of nature, I mean. Well... she's a freak in a lot of ways, I'm guessing, but that's not our business. Not unless you want it to be, at least. Anyway, chin up! There's no way she'll be in person-chair mode at the coronation, so let those weird memories slip right out of your head!" With that said, Charlemagne dusted off his own cup of tea and lowered it as well. With a quick slap of his own cheeks, he seemed mentally prepared to begin the coronation. "So, you guys ready? I'd rather get this over with before I change my mind... again."

[Apollymi]

Charles apparently wanted to forget about his strange choice in alliteration. And for her part in this conversation Angelica was willing to let it go, considering she wasn't sure why she thought it strange, but she was quite certain she wanted nothing to do with it long term. Ah, that was fine too wasn't it. Now, beyond this point she'd issued an apology to Fierabras for bringing up his trauma. According to him, Olivier was simply trauma incarnate both in her eyes and her smile. Perhaps, Angelica wasn't truly the type to fear another, or perhaps whatever the men found truly frightening about Olivier wasn't something she would really understand. "I hear what you're saying, but I am not sure the sense I got of her makes that assessment make sense," she concluded. Maybe it was just men who were traumatized...

Yes, that seemed about right considering Charles follow-up sentences. Olivier was a freak of nature, but split in such a way as to imply some sort of strange meaning, maybe not even one he intended to share initially. He even went on to try to encourage morale in Fierabras, claiming that the woman known as the Grand Inquisitor probably wouldn't be in person-chair mode for this particular moment. Somewhere out in the universe a flag was being raised, but that didn't matter right now... Instead Angelica simply smiled. "I'm sure eveyrthing will be alright. And no, we can't have you changing your mind again, again..." she mused seeming fine to head out. "I'm ready when you both are..." she stated easily capable of going along with the pair on the next floor.

[Bloodedge]

Indeed, it was primarily men who understood what a frightening individual Olivier could be. Only men were subjected to even the idea of glorious, maddening torment at the Grand Inquisitor's hands, whether in life or death. Some had dreams of being pinned beneath that woman, and a surprising few of those dreams were considered nightmares by those experiencing them. Who viewed them as what, though? Well... even dreamers couldn't know for certain until their nightmares, or their fantasies, became reality. As for Angelica's perception of Olivier... "Skill issue," was said by Charlemagne and Fierabras simultaneously.

Moving on from matters of Olivier, there was a coronation to attend. Angelica agreed to avoid another change of mind by Charlemagne, and Fierabras had only come to Floor 99 for one purpose anyway. The giant elf stood once the others were in agreement, leading the way without a word spoken. "That settles it. I guess I'm off to become emperor. If there's time afterwards, I'd like to put more into research," Charlemagne said while moving toward the teleport gate.

The coronation would be taking place not within the Ruby Palace, but in front of it. Once the group moved to Floor 100, the main event would be just ahead of them. The 12 Peers were to be organized in the general vicinity of a large Holy Grail, before which stood Father An himself. The surrounding area was littered by other members of the Holy Templar Order, as well as nobles and those of high standing among Aincrad residents. Among the 12 Peers, there was a notable scene of Astolfo slouching. The poor lad looked as if he barely had life left in his body, yet there was a smile plastered on his face as if he were a drunken child. What had become of him? Well, many present had no idea, but many of the Peers knew well what the sight meant.

[Apollymi]

Skill issue. Apparently, this was the thought that both Fierabras and Charles had about Angelica's current understanding of Olivier. They both seemed traumatized in different ways so she was willing to say something else. "I don't know what that means, it sounds like a man issue," she replied instead. Yes, that seemed more or less the truth. None of the other women she'd come across had a problem with Olivier nor her behavior, which meant the individuals and their rules about the dominating nature of that one, were related directly to their gendered view of things. Of course, Angleica was sure of this, but she'd been called pushy quite a bit and she was nowhere close to the kind of nature that Olivier displayed. Even so, she took no personal issue and saw her not as someone frightening given her disposition in the amount of time she'd spent with her. Instead it seemed more like the men around her were easy to bend instead. That was a man issue.

According to Charels, they were all but decided on their trip to the top floor. Of course, in making this decision, it seemed that Charles was prepared to become Emperor. Beyond that point, if there was time he wished to do a bit more research. "I agree to that, Jeanne's personal writings might shed a bit more light onto things from her perspective, and might clear up any residual questions," Angelica replied. Of course the pair of them hadn't done much reading or anything else truly, instead they'd been getting to know each other, in the biblical sense. Whatever the case, they headed off to floor 100. And soon after, they'd come to see a gathering of the Peers and a large group of other high ranking nobles and officials.

Angelica for her part in this was completely unbothered, and instead of looking to strangers found herself taking a peek at the Peers under the direct control of her betrothed. In doing so, her eyes came across the pink haired lad who seemed to be happy but quite out of it. And the silver haired lass with exceedingly pointy teeth who seemed to be smiling from beneath a large hood. In fact her shiny teeth were visible and to Angelica she seemed to be almost vibrating energy. "Ah, mana transfer..." she murmured understanding how someone like Astolfo was being kept in check. Someone else was also being kept in check in a very specific way. Unlike Charles initial thoughts the blue haired Olivier was indeed still in person chair mode. But who was it beneath her rear as they approached? Well, the second person most likely to cause problems this day, had been... subjugated and she seemed to be pretty relaxed regardless. Was she sitting in front of the 'Holy Father' using a man as a piece of furniture? Yes. Did that matter to why she was here? No. She sat with her legs crossed at the knee her left elbow resting atop her highest knee with her face resting in her palm. Besides the look of sheer boredom, she didn't seem to be bothered very much at all.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever Angelica thought of the situation, neither Charlemagne nor Fierabras could or would agree. What she called a 'man issue' was something twisted within Olivier ─ something with an effect on men, but stemming from the individual herself. Neither had anything more to say about that, though. There were things to do even beyond the coronation, so they had to get on with it already.

There was no shortage of odd sights when they reached Floor 100. Astolfo being drained into a submissive state was expected after Fierabras spoke of a taming, but then... there was possibly the most questionable lady of Aincrad herself, Olivier... actually sitting atop the most obstructive man of Aincrad, Roland. The man on his hands and knees was also sporting the templar uniform, albeit with a shirt that had been torn open. Closer inspection would reveal a few narrow gashes across his exposed chest. Whether the shirt situation was his own doing, or part of Olivier's reaction was a mystery to many, as either was likely. Whatever the case, he'd been gagged and beaten, and had the strangest, deepest blush spread across his face while he squirmed beneath Olivier. Why were things happening this way? It was no one's business.

Everyone's business, however, was the state of Father An. In his decrepit state, he'd been sitting on a throne brought out prior to anyone else's arrival. That thin, streaky hair fell over his face, which itself was half-covered by a partial mask of gold with no eye socket. At some point since the previous night, the Holy Father had lost his eye and more. The last two fingers of his left hand were missing as well, yet still, he held onto that golden staff. "Ah... there they are. The Holy Emperor, blessed by the light of Father God, will soon be born," he muttered breathily. "Children. Come. This will be a moment for both of you."

[Apollymi]

There were not any direct arguments presented against the point made by Angelica, but she as far from naïve enough to believe that the pair of individuals she was talking to had bent completely to her logic. In her own mind, people allowing themselves to be manipulated by others was their own fault. Any amount of charisma allowed to overtake one's mind is their own problem. And given the personality of Olivier, many could just avoid her and never have to deal with her at all. The fact that they still chose to do business and adventuring with her, meant that they fully accepted that her personality was as dominating as it showed itself to be. Thus how they felt about it, was completely their own problem and not hers.

Ah, but issues like this had no place in current conversation. No, current conversations both mental and otherwise were about the build of Charles's Peers and their very interesting habits. A man on his hands and knees with a blush on his face, gag in his mouth and torn clothes would have been cause for investigating. But who investigates the activities of the Grand Inquisitor? Well, given how Roland tended to have very outlandish reactions to things, it was probably for the best that he was distracted by his current predicament. "This is always such a eclectic group of people..." Angelica murmured. That wasn't a negative assessment at all, it was just really weird to see such shenanigans in the middle of various normal people.

Whatever the case they were called forward but it seemed like a single night hadn't done the 'Holy Father' any favors. Angelica's eyes widened as she took in the sight of her father again. But still her senses didn't say anything was truly amiss. He had missing fingers, a mask obviously hiding some kind of facial deformity and was barely able to get his sentences out. "How is he worse than he was yesterday?!" she whispered seemingly outraged. Still, she would make her way forward with Charles since apparently this had something to do with her. She turned her eyes to Charles and knew that they should take over this place if only so this man could get himself a life less harsh on his soul the next time he arrived.

[Bloodedge]

"You kinda get used to it. Almost..." Charlemagne said begrudgingly. If anything, he expected this to be the one time Olivier wasn't using a person as furniture. At least Renaud wasn't throwing that massive sword of his around. If nothing else, there were a few points toward the group for normalcy today. On the other hand, there remained the abnormal situation of Father An. How was he still deteriorating, and how was it at such a rapid pace? Approaching the man was almost like walking into the aftermath of a snuff film. Even with that being the case, Charlemagne took that first tentative step forward.

Angelica shared the to-be emperor's curiosity about her father. She spoke in a whisper, but Charlemagne was just close enough to hear it. "I don't know, but it's really concerning. I'd like to get this done quicker just to snag him a break," he said. With that, Charlemagne continued forward until he stood before Father An. There were things to say ─ things that all present needed to hear. "... Children of Aincrad. Today... is a most glorious day. By the grace of the Lord, before you stands... the Holy Emperor. He who has completed the Labyrinth with no aid. He who has... overcome many trials and tribulations... is suitable in the eyes of the Father. The Great One himself stands before you all today. See here... the last true Holy Grail."

As the Father spoke and Charlemagne approached, the Holy Grail levitated and radiated a brilliant, golden glow. It floated above Father An, inching closer to Charlemagne by the moment. For whatever reason, the young man had a sense of familiarity toward that golden goblet. "Charles the Great. In your service to the Lord, do you accept the mantle?" the old man asked. Charlemagne let out a heavy sigh, steeling himself to take on the position of a lifetime... which he never wanted. "... I accept," he said, somehow prompting the grail to glow brighter by doing so.

Still breathing in a very labored manner, Father An nodded weakly. At this point, his mouth couldn't even close. That one eye was trying its hardest to close against his will, though. Regardless... the exchange was not yet done. "Templars. Noble folk of Aincrad. Are there naysayers among you? Do any have a candidate to put forth, or shall the peace be kept?"

[Apollymi]

Charles thought that his band's oddities was something to almost get used to, Angelica could agree with that. It was good that these ceremonies didn't get too stuffy, and she hated the idea of them in general because of the unnecessary fanfare. Here and now, there was something more pressing than Angelica's distaste. Her outrage at her father's rapidly deteriorating state was being quietly discussed by the pair. Apparently, Charles thought to get through this ordeal just to snag the man a break and Angelica could only agree. "Yeah, he looks so tired, it's sad..." she stated softly.

After making their approach the speech began. Charles had indeed overcome a great many things, and he was the sole current person who'd completely the Labyrinth by himself. According to Father An he was suitable in the eyes of the 'Father' and as such he would be granted the title of Holy Emperor. As they stood there and Charles accepted this great title, Angelica heard the words spoken and took in the view of the crowds. Much to her own surprise a great number of the nobles seemed to be showing discontent. Though everyone in Charles group seemed to be happy for the lad in question.

When the time came to lodge complaints several nobles shared hushed whispers but eventually one would speak up. A particularly portly looking man with a large mustache would have words to share, as his equally unpleasant looking sons stood around him. Obviously, they didn't enjoy the idea of being passed over for ascension and at least a couple of them were exceedingly upset. "This boy is no great person. Even a heretic cleared the Labyrinth. For all we know he is one too... you can't claim he's exalted!" he made this claim making Angelica's eyebrows furrow immediately. "Yeah, my son is twice his size and much more suited to carrying on the title of Holy Emperor!" another said pointing out a large man in robes with dead eyes and a creepily thin mustache. Angelica looked over both of these people and scoffed. Neither of them were people she'd consider marrying. They were disgusting. And how dare they talk about Charles like this. Olivier looked over from her perch and took note of the naysayers, she was sure they were more guilty of crime than anyone else... they could easily disappear.

[Bloodedge]

Upon offering his acceptance of the new position, Charlemagne was subjected to the whispers of others standing against him. Naturally, he agreed with many things he heard. Others were certainly better-suited to the position of Holy Emperor. A small part of him hoped someone would speak up properly, and lo, someone did. Of course, Charlemagne didn't care much for being called a heretic ─ nor did he care for someone referring to Jeanne d'Arc as such. Apparently, Father An didn't like that talk either. "None of that! Would you question the word of God? His chosen... is no heretic. Look how the Grail responds. I will not abide slander," the elder declared.

One noble insisted that their own son was more suited to the position. That sort of thing could be discussed at the very least. Sadly, the discussion basically offered was from a very specific perspective. "... Hah. Size? If size is what makes an emperor... then put it to the test. If God sayeth so, the Grail should respond to one who defeats the Knight Commander. What say you?" An wondered. He knew the outcome of all this talk regardless. There were, however, reasons he required Charlemagne's full acceptance as Holy Emperor. A unanimous acceptance was the one true way, regardless of individual reason. It seemed the only proper outcry for a better candidate was currently one of those muscle-brained types. Alas, might did not make right in this case; it never had anything to do with strength alone. If it did, the Knight Commander, Renaud de Montauban, would have been a candidate from his very birth.

[Apollymi]

The first of the naysayers was left a bit speechless. The heretic was previously the only person to complete the Labyrinth the implication that it couldn't be done by one human alone was something which had proliferated the masses after her execution. Of course, this was simply a matter of circumstance. None had been capable of completing it, so it was a task assumed impossible. The envious would always choose to question those who stood out, instead of questioning their own shortcomings. Whatever the case, that one would only give a scoff and choose to speak no more, to question the will of god was the act of a true heretic and he was nothing of the sort. He still didn't like the idea of some no-name upstart getting to take on a title of nobility, even if he'd apparently earned it. That being said, he wouldn't argue if it was truly a decision made by god.

On the other hand, the man who'd spoken up on behalf of his son, and the strength that man possessed was given a different anecdote. He was told that if the strength was simply enough his son should be able to defeat the Knight Commander. This man seemed to think highly of his son's strength and continued on his boastful way, "Of course he could, go on boy... show them!" he proclaimed. The meathead man moved forward. He seemed confident enough in his own strength and held himself with confidence sword at his side and shield on his back. To his credit the sword he carried was larger than most could wield with one hand and the shield was as large as a small person's body. He was built as a crusader and seemed to think this alone would be enough for him to stand before the Knight Commander. Of course, he had little combat experience against such a person as this, and would soon learn the error of his ways.

Just the same a smile spread across Olivier's face and the young woman still sitting atop an entire grown man managed to snicker. Angelica for her part in this wondered if this man knew that making his son face the Knight Commander was basically a death sentence. She wasn't into the soldier types, but she respected Renaud's skills enough to know the man was definitely more than capable as a warrior. But warriors alone didn't make good rulers, that should have been obvious to everyone. But the type of man he was, he likely wished to have his child in charge, so that he could manipulate him from behind the scenes. That at least was the thought in the mind of someone like Anais and Ivy who knew for a fact that neither just brains nor brawn made for good leadership.

[Bloodedge]

What a strange turn of events. In the midst of an otherwise peaceful coronation, some random noble had to go and open his big fat mouth. Renaud thought this would be the one time no one showed their idiocy in this accursed place, but no... he could be satisfied even today. From the sound of things, he would only be doing something justified. That noble was ordering his son, a member of the Knights Templar, to attack his brother-in-arms. That could be considered treasonous behavior. The son listened to his father, readying sword and shield to battle his commanding officer outside of regulated training. That was a broken oath.

With these things in mind, Renaud stepped out into the open. He bore no shield and no armor, sporting only the Templar robes and his massive flamberge boasting a size greater than that of most people. That weapon, he wielded with one hand, casually as one brandished a kitchen knife. Slinging it over his shoulder, Renaud glared at his so-called 'brother'. "To love my Brothers the Knights and my Sisters the Dames and help them, their children and their widows with my sword, my advice, means and wealth, my credit and everything in my power, and will favor them, with no exception, over those who are not members of the Order," he preached. Mentally, Renaud was counting violations of the Knights Templar being committed here. He needed justification before someone else opened their mouth.

"To abhor all immodesty, and not to indulge in illegitimate pleasures of the flesh and then only with my legitimate spouse." Surely there were more segments of the oath this man had gone against, but once the abhorring of immodesty rose, Renaud figured that was more than enough. "Botolf le Fort, stepping forth on your father's command is a violation of your blood oath. This will be to the death," the Knight Commander concluded, somehow managing to keep the grin from his face and maintain an air of seriousness. Ah, but he wanted few things more than a quick bout against another. If he recalled, this particular man had quite the reputation under his belt. Maybe those accolades were worth Renaud's time. . .

[Apollymi]

Angelica watched as this whole scene unfolded. This man, this Templar immediately took up arms against the Knight Commander. That was foolish. To the surprise of none of Charlemagne's direct group, this challenge wasn't one which would be taken lightly. The Knight Commander who wielded a giant sword went on to express his understanding of this particular situation. He claimed that because Botolf had taken such an order from his father and drawn his weapon against his brother his fight would be to the death. Yes, that was about what would happen in such a situation. "Fine, it's hard to hold back anyway..." this man said. Certain that he wasn't throwing his life away this day. He was young and cocky, sure the man known as the Knight Commander did nothing but active combat, but that still hadn't done as much to shape his body into the sort of weapon Botolf had been raised to be.

Angelica's arms crossed over her chest. This type of behavior was exactly what she didn't like about soldiers. Well, at least it wouldn't be a loss to the friend group she'd been ingratiating herself into, at the very least, it was also getting rid of someone who'd insult Charles who'd never done anything to deserve negative commentary. The Botolf stood before his commander ready and willing to attack. Still, his shield was up with one hand ready to deflect and his sword was gripped with the other. Two strikes was all he needed to do something about the smaller man. His general way of attacking involved rattling the bones and skulls of his opponents before following up with heavy hits and slashes. Admittedly, an opening would be needed to properly attack the Knight Commander, but it could be done. He was certain of this.

[Bloodedge]

"Ho?" Renaud seemed slightly interested in what Botolf had to say. If he had difficulty holding back, he was precisely the type Renaud enjoyed fighting. Botolf took his stance with both sword and shield. Renaud watched as if studying the man. Indeed, he learned a lot from a few moments of staring... a lot of disappointing facts. Botolf was a seasoned fighter, but the frequency by which he 'punched up' in a manner of speaking, was far too low. By glancing at his form, Renaud would assume he faced stronger combatants in only 20% of his training sessions, even less in true combat, and neither case saw a very large gap between himself and the opponent.

"Uh-huh..." said the commander. "One chance at redemption." When he spoke, Renaud did so very specifically. Some others may not have understood his meaning. The truth was that he'd allow Botolf a single chance to redeem himself, not for his oaths, but for his arrogance. Underestimating an opponent was something that disgusted him long, long before this life began... and he was being severely underestimated. Naturally, the proper answer involved Renaud twirling his own sword until he could lodge it into the ground. Botolf was too casual in his approach, so Renaud would match what he saw ─ of course by standing in the most lax manner possible. "C'mon. Like you mean it."

[Apollymi]

Botolf was indeed not the type to just fight people who were stronger than him. Those who were obviously more accomplished and physically more imposing wouldn't be good for him. He needed matchups to show his strengths not ones to get him knocked around or put down. No, instead he was able to beat others because his fights were more carefully chosen than most. Even so, he didn't think it was impossible for him to beat someone like Renaud. Instead he seemed to just be sizing him up.

Much to this man's surprise, Renaud took on a more relaxed pose, and even put down his weapon. He claimed that Botolf would have one chance, and he should attack him. While it was generally seen as uncouth to attack an unarmed man, if he could bash him with his shield before he could pick up his sword again, he would most definitely be capable of killing him. Yes, this man would very well regret underestimating him. And then all those silly words he'd spoken about treason would die with him. Actually in the mind of Botolf, given what his father had to say, all of Charles group could be considered fruit of the poisoned tree. So, at the very least, he could open up another spot for someone more deserving by killing Renaud here and now. "It's your funeral," he said those few words to cement this idea.

Yes, great idea, brilliant idea. He'd rush forward with his shield before him, aiming to slam directly into the red haired man's body with his full strength and the addition of his momentum. It was strong enough that he could have collapsed a brick wall with relative ease, and would be immediately followed by a quick downward blow with his sword aiming to cleave into the man's body diagonally from left shoulder to right hip. It was a powerful movement meant to take out the Knight Commander in a single set of blows. It was a maneuver he'd pulled off plenty of times before against smaller opponents in practice and in combat... it would definitely work.

[Bloodedge]

His funeral, was it? Surely there would be no funeral for anyone today. The disgraceful were not buried with honors, after all. Botolf was quite sure of himself, however. The charge he initiated had to be one he'd seen much success with in the past. It looked to be the typical approach of one who simply threw their own weight around in hopes of it working. At least he had the weight to make it work against the weak.

Sadly, Renaud was not among the weak. In all of Aincrad, there were very few who stood a chance of equaling him. Those few happened to be his own peers ─ all of whom were many leagues above someone like Botolf. Knowing this, Renaud took the time to stretch, both arms over his head as if to make clear he had no intentions of reaching his sword. By the time Botolf's shield reached him, his right elbow had lowered to collide with it. Any reverberation was liable to be felt more by Botolf than by Renaud. Ah, but there was a sword to be worried about, wasn't there? Well... no. Renaud's left arm had lowered as well. An open hand lay in the blade's path, fingers collapsing to pinch the ambitious knight's weapon and halt its movement entirely. With an inhuman strength of grasp, Renaud would allow neither advance nor retreat of that blade while he chastised Botolf's decision. "You should have aimed for the head," he stated.

Renaud wasn't touching his sword at all, yet his magical power surged through it nonetheless. Massive tongues of holy fire surged from the blade as he reached out to the handle. Still, no movement of Botolf's sword would be allowed. "That was your chance. At least try to make it entertaining in the end," he stated. The moment Renaud's sword was pulled from the ground, that massive quantity of flames spewed forth to surround himself and his 'opponent'. Botolf thought he could end things in two strikes. Renaud would soon do so in one.

[Apollymi]

No funerals. Well that wasn't really a problem, it was just a saying, nothing more. Regardless, there was quite a bit about to happen with what was a very normal type of attack for Botolf. His completion of his movements was executed perfectly, but the reactions of Renaud to those actions were far from expected. He'd gotten more relaxed by the moment, even going so far as to stretch while lifting his hands above his head. Oh, but they lowered enough by the time the large shield came crashing against his body. An elbow left a large dent in the metal of his shield and sent the reverberation down Botolf's arm.

Oh well, he was a big boy, he was still grounded though his knees buckled just a bit. What he wasn't expecting, was the hand which captured his weapon. It was stopped in its downward momentum and he couldn't pull it out nor could he force it further down. The words shared by Renaud were almost mocking in their depth. He should have aimed for his head? Who would do that? Splitting a skull even with momentum was far from an easy task with a bladed weapon. Perhaps if he'd had a flail or mace instead of a sword that would have been the method to take. But no... he'd gone for body, for squishy and exposed flesh, and for his trouble the flames used by Renaud began to flicker. "You..." he muttered furiously. How dare such a man act as if he needed lessons in fighting. Sweat accumulated on his brow as he kept trying to pull that sword back. The movement of his shield happened again instead. A bashing motion from his grounded position would happen instead. If Renaud wouldn't let go, he definitely wouldn't be able to properly situate that sword he'd picked up. Botolf needed only to wear him down before he actually gripped his weapon properly, that massive thing had to require two hands to use properly, as long as he held him here he could send reverberating shots with his shield into Renaud's body in the hopes of eventually freeing himself.

Olivier watched this struggle with a marked bit of disgust. Such movements weren't going to accomplish anything, and with someone like Renaud fighting him like you intended to fully end his life with everything you had was part of the dance. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, knowing that nothing that other man could do could count as entertaining. Not to her, and definitely not to Renaud.

[Bloodedge]

Olivier was right; Botolf was not one who provided entertainment. Renaud was disappointed, nothing more, nothing less. Botolf had a blade caught between fingers, a dent in his shield, and still the desire to lash out. Did he think he would find salvation? Honor? Renown? Men like this were fools who would die a fool's death. That battering shield proved no hindrance for Renaud, whose swift use of that unwieldly flamberge had him blocking with the back of his right hand... while casually holding his sword in the same hand. "I said aim for the head."

Those few words had purpose as well. When he said those words initially, Renaud noticed something resembling disbelief in Botolf. If he didn't think that was a reasonable approach, Renaud would simply show him. Besides... the idiot's father had broken several creeds as well. "This is how you do it," he said. The next choice he made was to apply a bit of extra pressure with his parry ─ enough to deflect Botolf's shield away and free some space. Renaud would use that space to dart past the lad, burning flamberge overhead and swinging down upon the father's head. He'd not lose any momentum from this movement, intending to cleave the older male in twain vertically while turning about to face Botolf again. "One for turning a knight against his brothers and commanding officers. Treason."

That statement was not all Renaud had to offer. The crimes of Botolf were known, but the moment of execution was to be accompanied by some sort of speech, right? When Renaud's mouth opened again, it occurred while he effortlessly flipped his flamberge into a reverse grip over his own shoulder. "One for multiple counts of betrayal." With that statement, Renaud chucked his oversized blade at Botolf with enough power to pierce a mountain. Multiple nobles with even average combat ability were nearly blown away by the force alone, with even those of repute feeling its pressure. Renaud didn't even give consideration to his attacks failing; he kept up a nonchalant attitude, expressing minor displeasure at only one oddity in the event. "Ugh. Now I'm doing someone else's job. Jan, what do I owe you this time?"

[Apollymi]

A fool's death? Yes, that is how Angelica saw anyone taking on a fight that was not to protect their honor, or someone else's life. This man could have chosen the right path, he could have decided not to engage his commanding officer in combat just because his dad said he should, but he didn't make that decision. And now the physical prowess of Renaud was showing up a large man who couldn't even beat past the unarmed man. Renaud to his credit continued the teaching moment in a way which was likely very unexpected. And the senior member of the La Forte family was the person who'd soon know this.

He watched as his eldest son battled against the Knight Commander, and though he'd been held back a bit he didn't believe initially that anything negative would come from this moment. Until of course, he watched. He couldn't even make out what happened, nor could Botolf. He'd been knocked away, the man had casually moved past him and gone on to do something seemingly spectacular. By the time he'd turned around to see where he went, he saw his father being split in half from the top of his skull down his body. There was shock on his face, and then surprise. His body had moved instinctually to protect itself. His shield moving towards his fore to protect him as he didn't even have time to mourn the loss of his father. The man hadn't even shared any final words, all he'd gotten was a scoff out before his impending demise. Botolf, on the other hand had a flaming sword impale him at high speed, through even his own shield, leaving a hole in his chest much larger than could ever be healed. He didn't even get the chance to speak as blood poured from his mouth and he collapsed, in a most shameful death.

At the same time, someone called Jan was being addressed about someone taking a job of hers. She was the Executioner, but this day her fanged face held a large smile and even now, she didn't seem to pressed about the death she'd not caused. Normally she demanded recompense when lives were stolen from her, and her usual currency for such things were blood or lessons in new kinds of torture or weaponry. This day though she seemed to be in a great humor. "I'm in a good mood today... don't worry about it Rey~" she chimed happily. An active snicker escaped the mouth of Olivier. "I bet you are..." she chortled before she thought too much about it. Just the same... the spectacle itself was over. And it'd ended about the same way that Angelica assumed it would... in the death of two men who by her own logic deserved it. For breaking their oaths, for challenging someone stronger than them for no reason, and lastly for talking bad about Charles.

[Bloodedge]

Renaud didn't spare a single additional glance at either of those traitors. He would converse with Janessa for however long it was necessary, if only to find out what her price for him today was. It was no strange occurrence for Renaud to 'accidentally' perform the woman's duties for her, but this time... she claimed she wanted no remuneration for the offense. How strange. Astolfo would probably be settled for days, judging by that reaction from the executioner. "Huh? Guess I'm no good anymore. Suit yourself," he said while walking over to the fallen Botolf. If nothing else, he had a sword to reclaim... and some words to share with Olivier. "What about you? Doubt you'll give a pass for me handing out judgment without your say."

In the meantime, other matters were beginning to settle. At least one naysayer had been silenced, and now that the nobles were able to regain their bearings, Father An could speak once more. "If there are no others... then it should be settled. Charles the Great will take the Holy Grail of our Father. Take it, my son. It is yours to claim," the old man said, prompting Charlemagne to reach out with his left hand. That grail's glow had been something inviting this entire time. Not reaching out earlier was difficult, but now it reached to him just as he reached to it. Shortly, he'd be seen holding it... but that wasn't all. Archbishop Turpin had been standing by the Holy Father's side, holding something equally enticing. He brought to Charlemagne what appeared to be a wrapped sword. "For the Holy Emperor: a sword forged with the power of God himself," the bishop mentioned while handing the object over. With Charlemagne holding both grail and sword, Father An saw fit to offer the lad his crown... and more. "These Holy Relics will serve you well. The grail, your sword, this crown... more will come in time. Now... my daughter, L─... Angelica. Before the nobility of Aincrad, I bless this union. Come. Let me see the two of you together while this old eye still functions. . ."

[Apollymi]

As Renaud reclaimed his sword it seemed he understood why he'd been given a pass by Janessa this day. Another chortle left Olivier. "She did the same thing to me yesterday, we're all chopped liver when Ally is home~" she mused. "Well except Turpin..." she mumbled with a little wink aimed at Janessa who stuck her tongue out between her fangs. As for what she would or wouldn't forgive she was the Grand Inquisitor. The judgement on the guilt of that particular family was hers, to met out and deal with. And he was quite right she wasn't exactly as forgiving as Janessa was feeling today. "Well, those judgements were pretty sound and I came to the same conclusions myself. Even so, that's a bit of a loss of manpower for me. I'm not quite done setting up my room yet, you'll help me along with this thing I'm sitting on~" she said, while twisting herself into Roland's back as she resituated herself. She'd take a bit of physical labor out of the body of Renaud while such a thing was basically free. Her bed was quite heavy and her normal slaves weren't strong enough to move it.

And then the conversation was able to move on, and the nobles were able to calm themselves. Soon enough they were back to the moment at hand. No other nobles protested, after seeing other protests be shut down all were sure that there was nothing of real substance to offer as far as resistance was concerned. Many fathers wouldn't put themselves or their sons at risk for such selfishness so they were willing to let it all go. And thent here was the matter of the other Holy objects being conferred into the hands of Charles. He took them and Angelica looked at them, they had some extreme amounts of power within them. What was their union was blessed by her father. That was nice, he even managed to call her by the name she preferred.

She stood beside Charles seemingly happy to make her father happy in what had to be the last of his public appearances. "Hmph, I'm surprised you remembered, but thank you..." she said to her father. She really wanted this man to find some rest and maybe a less stressful life for his next endeavor. It was fine with her to accept Charles as her husband she wanted him over others anyway.

[Bloodedge]

"Oh?" Renaud said as if he suddenly had something to be interested in. As if her special greetings for Archbishop Turpin weren't obvious enough to everyone else, Janessa reacting to Olivier's words the way she currently did were the greatest tell-tale sign possible. "Should have utilized better judgment. She could have asked for his secrets that only us guys know. There's some juicy stuff in there," he said casually, yet clearly enough to be heard by Janessa. As for Olivier's remuneration for stepping into her territory, it seemed she desired manual labor to make up for her now-missing slaves. Both he and Roland, who would currently be found squirming in... pleasure? That might have been pleasure. It looked like pleasure. Whatever the case, she'd have use of them both for setting up her room. "Tch! You sure like picking the most boring thing possible. Anything else for her royal highness?" he asked sarcastically.

Angelica had been called to step forward, which she did to join Charlemagne before the sitting Father An. The old man seemed pleased. "Ah. How wonderful. Look at these two. It does my old heart wonders to see such potential. Join hands." As Father An spoke, he put forth his best effort to stand. Doing so required a bit of assistance from Turpin, but though he had a heavy slouch, An stood in front of the couple soon enough. Charlemagne held out his left hand as prompted. Once hands were joined, his scepter would begin the process of linking them. All present would see a golden ring on either party's wrist, each ring melding into the other twofold in an endless cycle of movement. "A union... is a promise. You belong to them, and they to you... from this day until your last. You..."

An seemed to be struggling. His breathing was labored enough already, and too many words spoken proved difficult. Seeing this occurrence, Turpin stepped forward to take over. "Easy, Father. Let it be known that Charlemagne of House Martel and Luviagelita Angelica Edelfelt are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of our Lord, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words. Charles?" the Archbishop prompted. Charlemagne nodded, turning his attention to Angelica afterwards. He'd seen enough weddings in Aincrad to remember the lines. "I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days." Hearing this, Turpin and An both nodded. "Well said. Angelica?"

[Apollymi]

Renaud's first word after noticing the jab at Janessa seemed to imply that he didn't initially appreciate the amount that the lass liked their resident Archbishop. From what she was now hearing, the Executioner might have chosen wrong when not asking for anything today given her current amount of power-drunkenness. "I could do that?" she mumbled seeming to take a moment to consider the thought. "Next time then..." she concluded, also sticking her tongue out at Renaud. Why? Because there would always be a next time... of the group at large hew as definitely the most likely to step into her territory and thus literally steal food from her plate. But with Astolfo around now, she didn't really have to rely always on the kindness of the others, he'd volunteer himself as a meal whenever he saw fit. Turpin was her future prized choice, but that was a matter of her personal like for the Archbishop. Moving on from that Renaud took issue with being used for manual labor instead of something more fun. A smirk crossed the face of the blue haired woman as soon as he said it. "Well of course I chose something what would bore you, it isn't a punishment if you aren't at least confused about whether you like it. It's more fitting that you obviously don't like it. Not to worry, if I think of something else to have you do, you'll be the first to know and I'm sure you won't hate all of it, especially since you're not making me babysit you~" she mused seeming to clear up how much of a sadist she actually was. Not that she'd stopped noticing the squirming of the man beneath her. She simply crossed her legs again and sat a little straighter.

Babysitting Roland was what Olivier counted herself as doing during the coronation/wedding ceremony. This was the obvious way to think about it, since that man was the most likely to make a fuss. Strangely, the blue haired woman considered this more of a gift to the bride and groom than anything else, even so she watched as the ceremony began. The pair was asked to join hands and Charles raised his left and Angelica did the same the golden ring appearing around her wrist as well. Though Father An was trying to give the ceremony himself, Turpin soon stepped in to do his more official job as the person who would conduct this wedding. She was happy her father got to see them together, but still she managed to have her face scrunch up slightly at the mention of her legitimate given name. She wouldn't fuss about it, because she knew it was necessary for the marriage but she wouldn't like it, either. When it was her turn she met the eyes of Charles and smiled. "I am his and he is mine. From this day until the end of my days..." she said as well. In truth she could think of no one else she would have shared those words with and that made it all the better for her. In the crowd Anais, had tears in the corners of her eyes which she began to wipe away. 'I always cry at weddings. I'm am actually happy for him... for them.' she thought to herself.

[Bloodedge]

Apparently, any reasonable demands had completely evaded Janessa's train of thought. That was fine. Surely she had little to ask of Renaud regardless of where her mind was. It wasn't as if he considered any request unreasonable, though, so he didn't care one way or the other. "Right. Next time. Clock's ticking," he commented before his attention was set on Olivier. What an interesting demand she had for him. Knowing her, there was a small part of him that expected to be in the same position Roland was currently in as recompense. He'd obviously make a better chair... but no matter. That was merely a better alternative to doing random manual labor. "If it doesn't give me a chance to practice or let loose in some way, I won't like it anyway. Not everybody can be like that one," he said, looking down upon Roland. The ash-blonde male was in the strangest of states. Each time Olivier moved, he squirmed as if turmoiled by the current position. At the same time, his facial expression belied the epitome of bliss. Whatever he felt, it was... a curious thing indeed.

Vows were exchanged as a magical binding unified Charlemagne and Angelica. Those things always sounded so very... final. Even so, there Angelica was, speaking the words with a smile on her face... And there Charlemagne was, somehow elated after already speaking them himself. Was any of this truly happening? All evidence said yes. Ideally, the only false occurrence would be the withering state of Father An, but Charlemagne doubted even that was unreal. "The vow has been taken. An oath, you swear to one another. Only God may intervene," Turpin said as custom. "And now... the final pledge," he added. Charlemagne knew what came next. No matter the wedding, no matter the custom, there would always be one final hoop to jump. "Right. With this kiss, I pledge my love," stated the new emperor. Hands still connected, Charlemagne leaned forward until his lips pressed against Angelica's. As if triggered by the simplest of mana transfers, that glowing spell binding them together brightened anew. It would continue doing so for the duration of a kiss, until... it snapped. Both Charlemagne and Angelica would soon be left with glowing circles around their wrists, shifting, spinning and shrinking until settling into the fourth finger. Though separated, those bindings would each hold the mana signature of both participants.

[Apollymi]

Definitely next time, Janessa would likely be drafting a list of questions to gain the fruitful kind of information. At least, gain the sort that would allow her to properly figure out how to approach the Archbishop more directly. Moving on from that topic, the elated chair beneath Olivier was one thing, the red haired man she'd call her friend beside her was another. Strange though it was, he admitted the sort of things he liked and explained why he didn't like the more menial tasks she laid out as the most likely of scenarios. "What an open-ended way of giving such information..." mused Olivier. No matter, eventually everyone would figure out that telling a sadist what you liked was a guaranteed way to either not get it or to get way too much of it. No matter which, the man would likely be satisfied if she wished to 'work' him a bit more. Perhaps she would.

But for now, there was a wedding taking place, and given that it was that of their leader, she'd give it her attention, even as her chair squirmed and seemed to be elated to be beneath her. That magical binding as final as it always seemed was interesting to watch. Of course, Olivier had no feelings about such things either way, but assumed if one day she found the right man she might be willing to make such a sacrifice. All the while, Anais wiped tears from her eyes and the blonde haired Silent Knight handed her a handkerchief. How nice...

Irrespective of how everyone was taking the ceremony, some of the last of the binding words were spoken by Turpin. And when they were... One last vow was pledged by Charles, accompanied by a kiss. A pucker of lips and the briefest of exchanges would lead to their bond snapping in place. Of course, she was rather happy about this arrangement. And many would be considered happy for her. The ring now situated around her left ring finger was a symbol of their bond. And then by the time the kiss broke that same smile returned to Angelica's face. The deterioration of her father aside, she couldn't say her wedding had been a bad one. And she could be happy with Charles as her husband which was far more than she expected initially to get out of her life, and that was a calming thought.

[Bloodedge]

Olivier believed he'd given up information in an open-ended manner. Renaud, on the other hand, didn't care what she knew nor what she thought was abusable. This was not a group of secrets, and he was not a man of secrets. Besides... perhaps something interesting would come of it all. "If you say so. Do whatever you want with it; I don't care," he said with a shrug.

In another world, a single kiss at the end of a wedding was little more than a tradition. In this case, Charlemagne immediately knew how much more extreme it was. Even the previous night, even the morning of this very day, his mana hadn't flowed so smoothly. A union of souls was a powerful thing ─ that much was immediately obvious. By the time lips parted, he felt strangely... complete? No, that wasn't quite it. Something remained missing for reasons he couldn't fathom, yet there was a level of completion within that he'd not previously known. Father An took note of this as well, and that singular eye widened slightly to look upon Charlemagne. "That is the look of our Holy Emperor. You two... are now wed. Soon, Angelica will be blessed as Holy Empress... and coronated. Nobles, you may return for now. Angelica... go rest your swirling mana, my child. I will take audience with the emperor... and pass the torch properly..."

When these words were spoken by the Father, he took a seat once more. Charlemagne watched with concern, but ultimately sighed and looked toward Angelica. "Separated for work already, huh? At least you can see it's not my choice now. I guess I'll see you at... what, your coronation, Holy Empress Angelica?" Of all the times for another separation, this was not the one he expected. Charlemagne's understanding was that the bride and groom would take their leave of all others after a marriage, and here they were being separated immediately instead. What bitter luck. Oh well. He was now Holy Emperor, so he could concede to having a few additional formalities to go through. Maybe it wouldn't take so long. . .

[Apollymi]

What an interesting relationship this group of friends had. No secrets between them, deciding not to meddle in each others affairs unless they simply wanted to be involved. All things which culminated in the group at large existing as cohesively as possible. "Suit yourself. No complaining about it later... or do, it won't make much of a difference to me~" that was the final musing of Olivier. While the wedding went on without a hitch. No interruptions from Roland and only a few shed tears by the most emotionally stable of the group. Yes, it was quite a spectacle.

It seemed that even the Father had a lot to say, and was oddly expressive for a man who was falling apart at the seams quite literally. Still, nothing bad could be said about the pair, and as far as Olivier could tell from their current perch, the young emperor and empress already smelled like a harmony of scents. Yes. that pair would be fine as far as she could tell. Ah, but the wedding ceremony was mostly over. The Nobles were being instructed to go on about their day and even Angelica was being told to steady herself. There was work to be done for Charles apparently, but after their kiss had finished even Angelica couldn't really be mad at him for not spending enough time with her. "I can't believe you married me to him only to send me off on my own. The whole point of being married is spending time together," she scoffed at her father. Maybe it wouldn't matter long term but she really needed this kind of thing to stop when it could.

"Regardless, it can't be helped. Just make sure it's not like thirty years again. I'll do some yoga or something and wait for you~" she chimed leaning into Charles she'd kiss his cheek and give him the warmest smile she had to offer. "I'll see you later, Holy Emperor Charlemagne~" she said. Her own face had reddened slightly at the call of her normally used name as that of the Holy Empress. Pretty easy after that the girl would head off to her own floor as per the portal they'd entered through, as it was the only place she could go. No matter... everything was fine. Whatever little meeting that needed to happen would happen, and maybe, she'd even get to spend their wedding night together.

[Bloodedge]

Just before the moments of parting, Angelica expressed her displeasure about the situation. True, one should expect to be with their betrothed immediately after the ceremony. This, however, was a very special case. "Hah. Forgive me. Just as you must prepare yourself... I must prepare him. You will not be without your husband for long, my child..." said the Father. Moments later, Charlemagne was exchanging farewells with... his wife, apparently. Ah, that felt strange. He'd only learned about the engagement yesterday. Now he was married and... oddly accepting of it. "I'd rather thirty minutes than thirty years. I'll see you soon. It's a promise," he said while Angelica's lips were against his cheek. Part of Charlemagne felt as if he was living a dream he'd soon enough wake up from. How much truth was there to that train of thought?

Well, all would become clear soon after Angelica and most of the nobles departed. Charlemagne approached Father An. The old man beckoned him closer and closer still, placing a hand upon his shoulder once he was in range. "Holy Emperor. Hah. It's a good title, isn't it? I'm sure things will be..." The man fell silent. Charlemagne fell silent, his eyes visibly wide. Archbishop Turpin, who stood nearby, seemed confused. "... Father?" he questioned, assuming the old man had tired himself out again.

On the other side of Father An, there was one man with the proper line of sight to discover why Father An was silent, and why Charlemagne looked the way he did. That man was Ganelon, the eldest of the Twelve Peers. Raising a mighty spear, he shouted to the remaining masses. "To arms!" he yelled. Few nobles remained on Floor 100 at this time, all of whom turned to discover what was being spoken of. "Wh─... what?" Charlemagne asked in a near whisper. Somehow, his left arm had moved and... plunged a dagger into the abdomen of Father An. How? It was no conscious effort of Charlemagne's. As the elderly male's mouth produced a spurt of blood, Ganelon's spear was held against Charlemagne's neck. "The Emperor has turned against the Holy Father! Seize him!" Ganelon continued.

"... WHAT?! Wait, no. I didn't even... I don't even know where this knife came from!" pleaded Charlemagne, who attempted to step away from Father An. Alas, he could not retreat. The Holy Father somehow had strength enough to grasp Charlemagne's left wrist, which held that knife. He kept the lad close in his state of shock ─ close enough to whisper words into his ear. "I like you, boy. But... like the last one, you are a necessary sacrifice for the good of all."

[Apollymi]

Angelica was told she wouldn't be without her husband, and that was enough for her. She'd left happily knowing that Charles would be coming along soon after. But that wouldn't be happening as soon as she might like. No, instead something very strange would be happening and it would not be directly witnessed by any of the knights at the wedding. No, Ganelon would be shouting that Charles had stabbed the Holy Father. Everyone would be called to arms and immediately everyone was standing. Olivier, Anais, Janessa, Bradamante and the Silent Knight all had weapons drawn and were ready to fight. But who would be the first to move?

Charles didn't have a mean bone in his body, he wouldn't just stab the Holy Father. Even so, there was much to be said for what they could see before them. One person however would be already in motion. At the moment the cry went out her sword was being drawn and she was moving forward. She'd just barely heard the lad claim he'd not known where the knife had come from and she would be the one to run up and separate the lad from the Holy Father, the blunt side of her sword attempting to force space and separation between their two bodies. Ah, yes... that was a thing to do. Technically, if he was to be seized it should be the job of Olivier, but the person who reached him first was Isabella Valentine. "You know the deal Charlie. I will carry out my duty in both letter and spirit..." she said, in a manner that might just sound threatening. Like she was daring Charles to try her, and in truth... she was. Ah. That was a quote about ethics. One she'd once mentioned directly as her brand of law and order came into question. In another life, Ivy had been a law student who would rather do the right thing, than get paid to do the wrong thing... this was something she'd carried with her for quite some time. This of course included how she chose to interpret rules and regulations and who she was willing to believe in disputes. Here and now, she had every reason to believe that Charles hadn't done anything wrong regardless of what it looked like, because of her understanding of both history and television, but there was no way to clear it up in the moment. If he understood he'd lunge for her, and if he did... well... he might stand a chance, eventually. That quote of hers would have ended, 'But you haven't done enough reading to have this argument with me,' basically calling Charles out for his lack of understanding of whatever little debate they were having at the time. But was a solid memory for her, and maybe it was one for him as well.

[Bloodedge]

Whatever was going on, Charlemagne hadn't a single clue. He'd never been so confused in his life. How had Father An been stabbed? How was he the one to do it? None of that would become any clearer as An whispered to him about being a sacrifice to the greater cause. Wait... what he said... 'like the last one'. Last one? Could that have meant...?

No, it was all too much to process. Worse still, one of Charlemagne's own trusted companions had been the one to call others to arms. Surely they all knew he'd never do something like that, right? Apparently not. "No. no, I..." An attempted plea couldn't even be finished. There was no interruption just yet; he simply couldn't process all the goings-on at the time. Suddenly, the Holy Father was speaking louder as well. "I will not have this! Your memory will be preserved in its purest form...through me," he said.

Just then, a proper interruption came ─ albeit all too late. Charles felt as if something was leaving him rapidly. It was almost like the transfer of mana into Angelica, but nothing was returning his way. Before it became totally unbearable, Isabella beat all the other Peers to his location. It looked to Charlemagne, in his periphery at least, as if she thought to assassinate him on the spot. Charlemagne leapt away from Father An and the white-haired woman on pure instinct. He looked around, noting that others appeared at the ready as well. The only ones who weren't up at arms were the anemic Astolfo and the mentally broken Roland. "Wait, wait! I─" Nothing still. Charlemagne had the Holy Grail in one hand, and a bloody knife in the other. For some reason, he felt as if he was growing weaker by the second, like he could fade from existence moments later. In the meantime, anyone paying attention would note the rapid restoration of Father An.

Ivy spoke of her duty. As she'd said many times, she'd uphold that duty in letter and spirit. Wait... that was a bit too familiar. Could she have meant what he thought? Perhaps. If that were the case, he knew what had to happen next. "That's the deal, isn't it? I guess it's in your hands then," he responded. Charlemagne did try to lunge at the woman, but upon doing so... his left leg stopped cooperating. He buckled, nearly falling to one knee in the process. "What the hell is going on?!" he wondered. Just then was the time Father An's laughter could be heard just faintly. . .

[Apollymi]

And there it was, the Holy Father planned to preserve what Charles should have been through himself. And just like that... several new questions popped up in the mind of Ivy and maybe some of the others would realize the potential problems of this. She'd always told Charles he was a bit too trusting of this entire situation, but she wouldn't be the one to say I told you so when this was obviously going so badly. If she was being honest, she was somewhat relieved the bride hadn't had to experience some serious trauma associated with this entire situation. Just the same Charles had moved of his own accord as Ivy arrived, this was for the best. Perhaps he thought she'd try to assassinate him, perhaps he felt his own mana draining rapidly, whatever the case, it was good that he and the Holy Father were physically separated.

Her words to Charles had been heard and he lunged at her, his leg collapsing in a strange way. The use of Ivy's unique set of skills gave her the only real option she could run with. All of the knights were armed except two and most were drawn on Charles even now. But it would be that sword of Ivy that whipped up and separated into long mana enhanced segments. They separated and snaked whipping up wild winds which would spread with immense force. They were backed by the strange power she possessed and kicked up enough concussive wind to send Charles flying back, slicing into chest deep enough to seem real. It was precisely enough that he, Anais and strangely Astolfo would be the ones caught up in the breeze and ejected from a hole created in the side of the building by the movements of her sword and the combined wind. In most cases, many would see it as an accident, an overestimation of the amount of power that Ivy put in. But in truth, she'd made a snap decision, that Charles would need help so she sent their healer and someone who could protect him potentially out of the hole with the gust as well. Anais would be shouting as she fell but, it wasn't as if she wasn't used to Ivy doing such a thing to her. If it worked out those three alone would be blown out of the hole as Ivy's sword shrank back into its normal size.

[Bloodedge]

Unable to make it to Isabella, Charlemagne's attempt at a real-looking assault was for naught. Luckily for him, she was just rude enough to assault him anyway. He couldn't miss the look on Father An's face, though. That man looked so much younger than he did minutes, days, even years ago. Worse yet, he was still regressing in age and progressing in musculature. Was that the strange feeling Charlemagne had moments ago? Was the Holy Father using his energy to sustain himself? Whatever he was seeing, there wasn't much time to consider it.

Isabella was on the offensive in a way he knew would be quite painful. That blade of hers whipped about and summoned the wind. It was with great ease that a weakened Charlemagne was blasted away, resist though he might. Ah, but he wasn't the only one affected. A spaced-out Astolfo and an innocent Anais seemed caught in the backlash. All three were thrown against a wall which wouldn't survive. While crashing through, Charlemagne only had physical and mental pain as company. Something was very wrong with his body and soul. He'd even been betrayed at least twice in one event, on the day of his wedding even. He may have had the answer to a thousand-year old mystery, but there was no point to that now. It was even possible that he wouldn't survive the fall, as he wouldn't be landing anywhere on Aincrad after Isabella's attack.

Well... at least two of his most trusted were falling with him. Hopefully, they could survive and maybe bury his mangled body after the landing. . .