The Reincarnations of Veldanava

Resonances From the Past

Luminous was genuinely irritated. It just so happened that when she and her father planned for a musical exchange, the traitor Granbell Rosso decided to ravage the land.

She wanted to head to the Grand Cathedral to eliminate all the troublesome enemies, but her instinct said otherwise.

Seeing how much of the wreckage the enemies were making, she realized it must have been a distraction.

The 'Three Archduke'—Roy, Louis, and Gunther—stood by her side. Neither of them dare to make a sound, fearing it would anger their master.

Yet even when surrounded by this serenity, their hearts were anxious. They weren't stupid enough to make the wrong judgment of what to prioritize.

If Gran was the one handling the distraction, what would his goal be? If it was that man, he must know about her treasure, the Holy Ark.

'There is a chance that his main objective is to liberate her. Is that truly your goal, Gran? Do you seek the end of the world?'

The thoughts of that 'thing' coming out before the right time sent a chill down Luminous' spine.

Chronoa the Masked Hero—if she was to be released in this state, it would be as devastating as when Luminous' sister, Milim, went on a rampage.

'Even the strongest, Guy Crimson, will lose against that highest level of time manipulation. If anything, the only ones we can rely on are my father and the Spirit Queen.'

But more importantly, she had to protect the Holy Ark at all costs to keep up her part of the old promise.

Luminous' guess was right. In the deepest room, found within a tomb that nobody else should have known existed, some unwanted guests showed up.

"What the hell? Our infiltration has been compromised! Or maybe the security is too tight?"

"Hehehe, how regretful, but looks like we have interesting prey here. Maybe we can make a bit of fuss?"

"Why not. But ya gotta be careful. That young girl over there ain't normal. I am guessing she is probably Demon Lord Luminous-sama?"

Two intruders broke in with some fighting words. They were Laplace and Footman. Luminous was laying elegantly on a couch before the Holy Ark she was guarding with her life.

Her gaze was fixed to the intruders.

The two men at first glance were no match for Luminous, but their aura was something she couldn't underestimate.

While the clowns were surprised that their intrusion was expected by Luminous, Granbell did mention the possibility. With that in mind, he had sent someone to tag along with them.

That person had helped guide the clowns to make it through multiple layers of defense before reaching the destination.

"So, let's introduce ourselves first. Nice to meet ya, I am 'Wonder Pierrot' Laplace, Vice-Chairman of the 'Moderate Clown Troupe'. This is Footman."

"Hehehe, I am 'Angry Pierrot' Footman. Even though we have never met, I will be in your care."

His idea was pure and simple. Defeating the enemies—that was the only thing on Footman's mind. He waited for Laplace to give the green light.

"And, and, and! This babe isn't a big talker, but she is a lot of help—"

Someone appeared at the entrance. A blonde beauty showed up.

"—I believe her name is..."

"I've met you in the past. You are the woman Granbell loved very deeply—Maria Rosso."