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What in the world is going on here?

In the blink of an eye, amidst the rapidly changing scenery, Agathon blinked his eyes, forgetting even to chew his popcorn.

Wasn’t he just watching a dogfight a moment ago?

Why am I suddenly in the middle of a battlefield?

Momentarily taken aback, Agathon quickly scanned his surroundings.

Soon enough, she understood why she had been dragged to the Interstice.

Her belongings laid on the ashen altar.

And even the familiar presence suppressing her.

“Dragging out a god, putting on some shackles… Was all this decoration for you, little sister?”

Is it so delightful to give a punch to a cute little sister?

Agathon chuckled at the sight of Lorien drooling up and down.

Staying in the Interstice due to Soha’s instability is fleeting for mortals, but for a transcendent being, that moment is ample time to vanquish one feeble god.

That means.

“Ah… how disappointing, Agathon! I was planning to welcome you with full preparations…”

A nearby famished beast.

“It’s regrettable that I can’t resist, but there’s no choice. Later… after things settle down, shall we meet again?”

It was a tale of being able to devour her and even plunder the divine throne.

The sacredness too vast for a mortal to digest would not lead to the annihilation of existence.

Thus, Agathon could laugh even more joyfully.

Indeed, what interesting spectacle will the seed of the sister who plundered the divine throne show?

Will the witch and her companions once again turn ‘impossible’ into ‘possible’ this time?

If she resisted, she could resist adequately.

Though facing sealed divine powers might be challenging, overwhelming skills could overcome even the disparity in strength.

However, for a moment of pleasure, she offered no resistance at all.

Rather, she surrendered easily to Lorien rushing towards her like a full moon.

And then.

“Please, put an end to my boredom.”

After sharing a kiss with Lorien, she was absorbed by Lorien with an expectant face as a final gesture.

This whole sequence lasted a mere 5 seconds.

Karl, who watched the entire process with a dumbfounded expression, without even considering closing the curtain, was awakened by the fierce aura emanating from Lorien’s body.

Subsequently, he shook his head while contemplating the scenes that had just passed before him.

“I understand why the Imperial Capital is a madhouse.”

If the upper echelons are lunatics, can the lower ones be sane?

Disappointed, Karl sighed heavily as he attempted to destroy the construct with his sword.

However, due to the battle with Lorien, his body not being in top condition, he couldn’t destroy the construct made by the power of two gods.

Reluctantly, he requested assistance from his comrades, but by the time all his comrades arrived at the ruins –

“At last… At last, we’ve become one! We’ve become one with Agathon! Hahaha♡”

It was after Lorien, having absorbed a portion of Agathon’s divinity, emerged from the construct.

Having dealt with a being close to a god some time ago, now they faced a truly divine entity, a grim situation.

Gazing at Lorien with ashen wings spread, the witch spat out curses vehemently.

“I don’t know about anything else.”

Once everything is over, the writer, no, the goddess, will smack you hard.

Even if there’s a grudge for being killed unfairly.

Crash – !

Starting with the black meteor summoned by the witch falling above Lorien’s head.

One day, the battle that would be remembered as began.

And thus, the curtain rose.

—–

“…Damn.”

Someone said that.

Actually, “damn” is not a curse but an exclamation.

It’s the ultimate exclamation a Korean person can utter when faced with an unbearable situation.

When I heard that phrase before, I scoffed and forgot about it.

In an unbearable situation, the forgotten words came back to mind.

“Damn it!”

Keeeeeeeng!!!!

Uttering a strong exclamation, I once again defended against the fierce onslaught of ash-colored lances.

Concentrating solely on defense for hours on end.

Due to the relentless barrage of ash-colored attacks, my magic was starting to run low.

It was plentiful like a flowing river, so how did my magic become so scarce all of a sudden?

Despite feeling despair in the overwhelmingly dire reality, I quickly checked on the status of my companions.

“…Everyone’s not doing so well.”

Unlike the initial vigor, my comrades were worn out beyond measure.

Our attacks were futile, and each of the enemy’s attacks was menacing.

Honestly, it was strange not to be worn out physically and mentally.

We need to break through the attacks, damn it.

Even the tutorial mobs that were supposed to be easy to defeat usually have a ‘1’ in their stats.

But these enemies don’t even have a ‘1’. What’s the point of completely blocking off any strategy? Damn it.

As I grumbled inwardly with a twisted face, Lorien began to mock me, as if she could read my thoughts.

“Hehe! Your struggling appearance is so adorable. Where did that powerful momentum from earlier go?”

“S… Shut… up…”

“Oh, please keep resisting until the end… It’ll make devouring you all the more enjoyable♡”

I wanted to tear apart that cheeky mouth, but unfortunately, it wasn’t Lorien who found herself in this unfavorable situation—it was us.

We should have just slit her throat in the West instead of sending her to the Southern Great Forest.

If we had killed her in the West, things wouldn’t have become so complicated and bleak.

Regret gnawed at me as I ground my teeth, but what good would regret do now?

We’re too far gone to change the outcome.

Kwaaang!

“Ugh?!”

Lost in fleeting emotions for a moment, my protective barrier shattered into pieces.

I hastily erected another barrier to defend against the attack, but a long ash-colored lance grazed my side.

Soon, due to the effect of the accursed holy power, excruciating pain started spreading from my side throughout my body.

“It seems the tide has turned. With that trembling body, how much longer do you think you can endure?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh my ~ How frightening… Perhaps it’s better to break your spirit before devouring you.”

Please resist until the end!

That way, tormenting you will be even more fun♡

Her cheerful voice made my blood boil.

Feeling boiling rage, I attacked Lorien, but with my weakened body, I couldn’t even singe a strand of her awakened hair.

Is this the end?

Feeling intense helplessness throughout my body and searing pain from my side, I collapsed powerlessly to the ground, and the attacks coming towards me vanished.

“Have you already given up? Huh, I thought you’d hold out a bit longer. What a shame.”

“…”

“Hmph! Your eyes still show signs of life? Well then… What about this… You’ll soon be watching others die with those eyes.”

As her mocking words mixed with laughter ended chillingly, Louis, who was breathing fire from the sky, was shot down by the ash-colored lance.

Kotas and Veldem, who were attacking in close quarters, were hit by the ash wave and rendered combat ineffective.

Dwarf inspiration Stroheim, whose weapons were out of ammunition, retreated after receiving a light kick from Lorien.

Now, the only remaining companions were Alain, barely holding on thanks to the blessing of the Holy Land, and Karl, who wouldn’t be surprised if he crumbled at any moment.

Lorian glanced at the two playfully before speaking.

“Hmm, how long can you hold on? It seems Alain will reach her limit soon… and that guy who was trying to wear me down seems to be barely holding on with sheer willpower…”

“You…!”

“Curious, aren’t you? After all, I’ve taken out five people already… Where did you think you had the audacity to speak to me like that?”

With a cruel smile, Lorian focused her attacks on the tattered sword.

In response, the sword mustered up its last ounce of strength to block, but it faltered once again.

Unable to withstand the sixfold increased assault, it succumbed to the attack.

Crash!

“Ugh…!”

Struck heavily by the ash-colored club, the sword staggered back, arriving right in front of me in an ironic twist.

The once brilliant armor lay in ruins for a while now, emanating a dreadful aura as it gnawed at itself.

With a concerned expression, he checked my condition.

“…You’re badly injured, Witch. I’m sorry, I promised to protect you… but I failed.”

“If you say that so despondently, it only makes me feel worse, you know?”

“Hehe, really? Well, my body’s in such a state that it wouldn’t be strange if I died soon.”

…Do you even know what condition your body is in?

I thought you were such an idiot not even aware of your own physical state.

As I inwardly cursed and chuckled, he too raised the corners of his mouth in response.

Don’t laugh along, you fool. You make me sad for no reason.

Suppressing my poignant emotions, it was absurd to see us smiling in the face of imminent death.

Observing our exchange, Lorian shook her head incredulously and excused herself from the scene.

“Share whatever you want to say. I’ll permit a farewell of sorts.”

And so, since possessing him, this was the first time.

I finally had the chance to express my true feelings to him while sober.