Martial Soul Simulator

Catrina pushed the door open silently and gasped.

"Of course not, but Eunji might, she seems to be reaching her limits with you,"

And all that glitters is gold

❝Where is that Syrian whore of yours, Aelia?❞ Flavius snapped, maintaining stance and glare. ❝Time is a luxury even quarter of her petty life can't afford, and she goes splurging.❞ Marcella has just appeared behind Aelia as the last of his words are vocalized, bowing her head in acknowledgment. ❝Domina. Dominus.❞

                Never! Never!