Multiverse Gacha

Staring at August, Giada Kukulcan's expression shifted subtly.

She'd once commanded twenty-seven familiars. Now, with one lost, only twenty-six remained.

"What did you do?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"My connection to my familiar—it's severed. How did you do it?"

"Oh, that? It's part of my authority."

"Authority?"

Giada Kukulcan frowned. The term was new to her.

Yet it stirred an uneasy feeling. Long ago, that man had worn a similar expression when he spoke of the "Holy Annihilation."

"It's my privilege—Demon King Authority. Anything I slay becomes my flesh and blood, my nourishment."

"Demon King Authority..."