KnightessCiela

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Ciela had become used to acting as Wulfrin's personal security detail at this point. It was basically her brand at this point. She didn't really mind, she just loved being near him. She really loved being out of the bakery for a day. Ever since the end of the raid, she'd been holed up in the bakery for days. She'd been cleaning and scrubbing, and getting rid of her old stock. With Wulfrin taking over most of the crafting these days, she'd finally been able to breathe. She focused on honing her craft, coming up with new menu items, spending time with Wulfrin, and remember what taking an actual

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"She's struggling. Though I did expect a little pushback, I didn't expect this much." * * * Training Perlita; ID: 255469 | CD: 2 Failure! Successful Training Post 2/3 CD Requirement: 7 5 3

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A smirk crept across Ciela's lips as she stared the boss down. "Belregor, you lazy-ass 1hp motherfucker. You wish you could tank damage like my sweet ass can. You think you're borracho beans at a Tex-Mex food truck but you're really just cold pintos at the Baptist Potluck. If there is one thought I want in your mind as you leave Cardinal's sweet domain, I want you to know that I am literally better than you at everything. Dealing damage? Can't hit Yuki for shit. Taking Damage? Gotta resort to 'hide your health bar' mechanics. So long as you keep standing, I will stand too, and my presence will

Ciela tilted her head, smirk spreading like wildfire across her lips as Belregor’s blade came down harder, faster, angrier than before. “Ohhh, that got you to hurt me, huh? Don’t like being emasculated, do ya champ?” Her tone was razor sharp, teasing, each word dipped in venom and mockery. She laughed, low and cruel, letting it ring out just to get under his armored skin. “Too damn bad. All you’re doing is proving my point. I'm packing more than you are.” She stared at him with the confidence of someone who already knew they weren't winning this fight unless she kept his attention, but as long

Ciela’s gaze locked on Belregor, molten fury churning in her chest. Her dark brown eyes shifted, glowing an ominous, fiery red. The edgy bastard had the gall, the absolute and sheer audacity, to hurt the people she cared about, and she would not stand for it. Heat rose in her throat until it burst free in a rage-filled, guttural scream, far louder and more savage than the one she’d unleashed in the first round. This one dripped with wrath, power, and an unyielding promise of payback. “Alright, you glorified fucking tin can,” she snarled, her voice sharp enough to cut steel. “Come at me. W

Finally, Ciela thought with a little victorious flutter in her chest. A beach day. It had been far too long since she’d felt sand between her toes and the sun on her skin, and the promise of free food didn’t hurt either. Still, she’d never dream of showing up to a gathering empty-handed. That simply wasn’t her style. Her kitchen smelled like summer by the time she was done. Neatly stacked into a huge box were Pina Colada Blondies with golden pineapple chunks, tangy Key Lime Bars dusted with powdered sugar, and delicate Watermelon Mint Macaroons that looked like tiny edible jewels. She ticked t

Ciela’s eyes went wide, her jaw slack as she watched Belregor rise into the air like some overdramatic stage magician. The sheer audacity of him just… floating there had her baffled. It was completely on brand for His Edginess though, she’d give him that. Still, if someone had told her before she bought this game that it was essentially Dark Souls with real-life consequences, she would have politely said, “No thanks,” and not thought about sword art online for another second. The absurdity of it all was only heightened by the blaring K-Pop music thumping in the background, making the whole sce

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As Belregor’s body began to shift, the grotesque sound of bones cracking, twisting, and snapping into place echoed around them, sending a shiver down Ciela’s spine. It was like listening to a tree being ripped apart from the inside. Her stomach flipped, her grip on her sword tightening instinctively. Then, the darkness that swallowed them faded. Ciela looked to Wulfrin, who was holding a Crystal of Divine Light in his grip. Then came the worst part, Belregor's transformation. The boss’s form stretched, warped, and contorted until he stood before her... looking exactly like her husband. Ci