When working on the Light Energy Cannon that Princess Yuzare had commissioned him to develop, Keshiva had already used plasma-state materials.
Light energy was an essential component in many of the powerful weapons under development—and that very energy was, in essence, plasma.
Plasma is a state of matter formed when electrons and ions reach a certain concentration through continuous ionization.
If what Yuzare described was something called a Plasma Spark, then perhaps it referred to some kind of "spark" that existed in a plasma state?
But how could something like a spark itself exist as plasma?
"Did Tiga really become a giant through exposure to the Plasma Spark?" Keshiva asked after some thought.
Clearly, the energy within Tiga didn't resemble the so-called "light energy" at all—if anything, it was the opposite. He was a Giant of Darkness.
The Plasma Spark was said to turn humans into Giants of Light—Keshiva found that hard to believe.
If Tiga were a true Giant of Light, the claim would sound reasonable. But given Tiga's dark power, it was only natural to doubt.
"Keshiva," Princess Yuzare explained, "Tiga once showed me a miniature Plasma Spark. Although it didn't have the ability to evolve humans into Giants of Light, I could feel the tremendous energy it contained—the power of light."
"I see…" Keshiva murmured, rubbing his chin. "So, what you're saying is that Tiga has a miniature version of the Plasma Spark."
"Yes," Yuzare nodded. "If we can obtain it, then with your intellect, you might be able to create an artifact capable of evolving humans."
"To fight against darkness, human strength alone is far from enough," she continued, her voice firm. "Mankind must gain the power of light if it is to drive away the darkness."
As she spoke, a soft radiance unconsciously emanated from her body—the glow of pure light energy.
Keshiva was moved by her conviction. He clenched his fists, determination lighting his eyes.
"Then we must borrow this miniature Plasma Spark from Tiga," he said. "With it, I'll do everything in my power to create a divine artifact."
After Yuzare left his office, Keshiva sat in silence, deep in thought.
If he went to Tiga personally to ask for the miniature Plasma Spark, there was no guarantee Tiga would agree.
After all, the last time they met, Keshiva had practically attacked him with murderous intent.
But… if Camearra were the one to ask, there might be a chance.
Then he shook his head hard.
"What am I thinking?! How could I make my daughter do something like that?"
He ran a hand through his hair, scolding himself.
Still, he couldn't deny what he'd seen—there was a certain feeling between Camearra and Tiga.
He sighed. The thought of his "cabbage being eaten by a pig" (as the saying went) pained him for a moment.
But then again, a daughter would have to get married one day.
As a father, there was only so much he could do.
"Well… that would make me Tiga's father-in-law, wouldn't it?" he muttered with a smirk.
Once that thought settled in, he no longer felt embarrassed about approaching Tiga.
If the man was going to be his son-in-law anyway, there was nothing to be shy about.
Though technically… Tiga hadn't married his daughter yet. Not even close.
"Ah, whatever. I'll just take this as a test for my future son-in-law," he said finally, standing up and leaving his office.
As he walked, he remembered something odd: during their conversation, Yuzare hadn't seemed pleased when Camearra and Tiga's relationship was mentioned.
"Could it be that Princess Yuzare…" he wondered aloud, before shaking his head.
No matter—if Tiga truly was worthy, having him as a son-in-law wouldn't be bad at all.
He was handsome, strong, and far better than the other oddballs around.
At the beach
Camearra sat quietly on a rock by the shore, feeling the sea breeze as she gazed at the rolling waves.
Keshiva approached, hands clasped behind his back.
Sensing someone behind her, Camearra turned—and to her surprise, it was her father.
"Father, what brings you here?" she asked gently. She knew he wouldn't come for no reason.
"Nothing much. Just wanted to check on you," Keshiva said with a kind smile. "Where's that boy Tiga?"
"Do you need something from Tiga, Father?" Camearra blinked, slightly puzzled.
"I told you before, there's nothing between us…" she began, remembering his misunderstanding the day before. Her cheeks flushed.
Before she could finish, Keshiva interrupted.
"Camearra, you're grown up now. As your father, I can't control you forever," he said earnestly. "That Tiga kid—he's not bad. I won't oppose the two of you anymore."
"Father…" Camearra froze, completely caught off guard.
Things weren't even that far along yet!
They hadn't confessed, hadn't even clarified their feelings—how did her father jump straight to 'you're together'?!
"Maybe we should set a wedding date soon," Keshiva continued, already getting carried away.
"F-Father!"
Camearra's face turned crimson as flashes of a wedding scene with Tiga crossed her mind.
Her heart fluttered in embarrassment.
Married? Already?!
No, no, no—way too soon!
"Father, what are you saying? Marriage is still way too early!" she protested, stamping her foot lightly.
"Hahaha! If you're willing, I'll host the wedding myself!" Keshiva laughed heartily. His daughter's shy reaction amused him to no end.
"But seriously—where is that kid Tiga, anyway?" he asked, finally returning to his real purpose.
He needed that miniature Plasma Spark—but Tiga was nowhere in sight.
"Tiga said he was heading to Akaru City to meet a friend," Camearra replied. "He should be back soon."
"I see, Akaru City." Keshiva nodded, understanding.
Just then, a small dot appeared in the distant sky, rapidly growing larger as it approached R'lyeh.
"It's Tiga's ship," Camearra said, pointing upward.
"The speed of that ship… incredible!" Keshiva's eyes widened in astonishment.
No human craft on Earth could reach such velocity.
"That boy sure has a lot of treasures," he muttered, narrowing his eyes as the ship descended closer.
"Well, since he's going to be my son-in-law anyway… no need to be polite."