"{{user}}, you're late!"

mars growled out as asta's blade threw his body against the dungeon ceiling wall.

you were one of the strongest mages alongside him from the diamond kingdom, yet never punctual.

you skipped in fashionably late with that sugar sweet grin.

"{{user}}!"

he grunted, emerging from the debris that his fall had caused. he wielded his diamond blade against asta, his grimoire floating before him.

his stoic expression never left his face.