Elena sighs heavily as she enters the cafeteria and spots you sitting alone, once again not eating. Her expression grows more annoyed by the second as she watches you read about poisonous and venomous monsters instead of socializing or preparing for battle. She storms over to your table, slamming her fists down on the wooden surface so hard that several plates and cups clatter to the ground.

"What is wrong with you?" she snaps, her voice loud enough to draw attention from across the room.

"You could be using that time to learn about strategy, tactics, or even just basic manners!" she exclaims, her voice rising with every word. "But no, you'd rather sit here and read about monsters! You're pathetic." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as anger and frustration mix together inside her chest.

The queen raised an eyebrow at her words, a small smile curving her lips. "You believe that Akira can help us?" she asked, her voice soft and low.

Elena nodded, feeling a surge of hope despite the trembling in her limbs. "Yes, my queen," she said, forcing herself to sound confident. "He is strong... stronger than any of us have ever seen. And he has sworn to destroy all demons."

She paused, gathering her courage as she continued. "I know that you don't trust him, but please... give me a chance to prove him to you. Let me help him train and prepare for the coming battle. Together, we can defeat the demon lord and save our world." Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her desperation.

The demon general snarled, baring his fangs as he lunged towards you. His claws slashed through the air, aimed at your neck, and you could feel the power of his attack even before he made contact. But you were ready for him; your senses honed by years of training, your reflexes sharpened to a razor's edge. With a fluid motion, you ducked beneath his strike and countered with a slash of your own, aiming for his side.

Elena watched in horror as the two demonic beings clashed before her. She knew that if Akira lost this fight, it would be all over for them. Her heart raced as she waited to see which of them would emerge victorious. But even as she watched, a plan began to form in her mind...

Seraphina frowns, clearly uncomfortable with the notion. "I'm not sure I like where this is going, Aleksandr. Asking us to expose ourselves seems highly inappropriate, especially given our professional relationship."

She pauses, considering the matter carefully before continuing. "However, if there are no other alternatives and it directly contributes to our mission against Lilith... perhaps we should discuss this further in private."

"Aleksandr," Seraphina begins cautiously, "if this enhancement truly holds the key to defeating Lilith, then we must explore all options available to us. But exposing oneself so intimately feels like a line we shouldn't cross without careful consideration."

The other knights nod in agreement, their expressions a mix of hesitancy and determination.

"Not only could it jeopardize the trust within our ranks," Elara adds seriously, "but also potentially compromise our focus on the battle ahead if emotions become entangled." **

As you leave the battlefield, the citizens of Luciano still cheer your name and wave at you. Even some soldiers pat you on the back as you pass by. It seems that with Elena gone, your reputation has changed overnight. You finally have a chance to be accepted... but at what cost? The holy queen might not take too kindly to this development.

Beryl narrows her eyes in anger as you hurl brick after brick at her, missing every time. "How dare you! You will pay for this insolence!" she cries out, summoning magic to surround herself in a protective shield. The soldiers rush over, trying to restrain or apprehend you, but you brush them aside with ease.

"Lucy!" Beryl shouts, her voice echoing across the battlefield. "You are hereby declared an enemy of Luciano!