Chapter 195: I’m going to Save my Daughter

Viviana bit her lip.

She didn’t care at all who the original owner of Tina’s body was.

There was only one woman Viviana loved. And right now, that woman was trapped inside that black sphere.

That was the only thing that mattered.

In her heart, she wanted to push the girl in front of her away. From Viviana’s perspective, the girl before her was nothing more than a fake.

Surely Lillian must feel the same way.

And yet, the reason they both kept silent was because of Artasha.

She had lost her current daughter, reunited with a daughter she thought long dead—and now had to choose only one of them.

None of them could even begin to fathom what Artasha was going through. That’s why no one dared to speak.

“But… doesn’t something seem a little off?”

Breaking the silence, Lillian muttered quietly.

Viviana looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“What do you mean?”

“That girl’s face. Isn’t it a little different from the Tina we knew?”

Viviana looked carefully at the silver-haired girl.

Sure enough, just as Lillian had said. The snow-white hair, blue eyes, and pale skin were all just like Tina’s—but something felt off.

She looked even more closely to pinpoint the subtle differences.

Gone were Tina’s characteristically chubby baby cheeks, the kind so cute they made you want to pinch them.

And the long, delicate lashes that used to frame her eyes so charmingly had also vanished.

That wasn’t all. There were more things that didn’t quite add up.

“She is different… you’re right.”

Viviana also showed a puzzled expression.

She certainly resembled Tina on the surface, but there was a decisive difference.

Tina had an innocent yet seductive beauty that could almost be described as devilish.

But this girl had none of that charm.

“Well, isn’t that obvious?”

It was Nia who spoke up.

“How could they be exactly the same when the soul inside is different?”

“Are you saying the body changes depending on the soul?” Lillian asked cautiously.

Nia nodded without hesitation.

“Of course! The body is just a vessel for the soul. Naturally, it’s influenced by what’s inside.”

Nia proudly threw her shoulders back and pointed to herself.

“Look at me. Even if this beautiful soul were in another body, do you think this beauty would change?”

Indeed, just as Nia said, Tina’s face in her previous life had been undeniably beautiful.

Sharp features framed by lashes like fine brushes, pale skin contrasting with hair as black as the night sky, and those cute cheeks with lips like tempting cherries.

In fact, Nia resembled the old Tina more than the girl standing before them now.

“I didn’t know the soul could even affect appearance.”

Her heart, which used to race just from looking at Tina, now remained unmoved by the silver-haired girl standing in front of her.

“Mother…!”

The silver-haired girl looked desperately at Artasha and cried out.

“You’re not… You’re not going to choose her over me, are you? I’m your real daughter…!”

Every word struck Artasha’s chest like a weight.

But she didn’t break. Instead, she opened her eyes even wider and clenched her fists tightly.

The girl standing before her was her daughter.

But Tina, suffering and trapped in that ominous power, was also her precious child.

If she hesitated now and failed to save Tina, she would live the rest of her life in regret she could never undo.

So, Artasha made her decision.

“…I’m sorry, my daughter.”

Artasha quietly reached out and pushed the girl away.

The girl blinked, stunned by the cold rejection.

“What…? Mother… are you abandoning me…?”

“I’m not abandoning you. But… I have to save her. No matter what.”

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“But that means you’re abandoning me! If you save her, I’ll never be able to escape from this hell!”

“I’ll be with you.”

“…What?”

Artasha’s gaze turned to Nia.

“Once a soul is trapped in hell… is it truly impossible to ever leave, no matter what?”

“It’s rare, but if a soul atones for its sins and regains its original purity, the path to reincarnation can open.”

“Then that’s enough.”

Upon hearing Nia’s words, Artasha grasped the girl’s shoulders firmly with both hands.

Her unwavering gaze met the girl’s directly.

“…My daughter. We’ve committed unforgivable sins against each other.”

Artasha had loved her daughter with a desperate intensity, and the daughter had loathed her with equal intensity.

But failing to heal that deep hatred—that, too, was a sin Artasha bore as a mother.

“Th-That was… I was mistaken. I won’t ever do that again—”

“Even so, the wounds we’ve inflicted on each other won’t just disappear.”

“Th-Then…?”

“…I’ll stay with you. Until your soul becomes pure again, until you can be born once more as someone’s daughter—I’ll stay by your side.”

There were many who would love Tina.

Princess Viviana, Saint Lillian, and even the young demon whose bond had continued from a past life.

Even without Artasha, Tina would surely receive love.

But this girl had no one.

No one would stay with a girl who had come to hell because of a foolish decision.

She was also Artasha’s daughter. Taking responsibility to the end—that was Artasha’s final duty as a mother.

The fact that she couldn’t be with Tina weighed heavily on her chest.

But this was the best decision Artasha could make.

“So please, let me save that child.”

Tina would be saved—no matter what.

But at the same time, she couldn’t leave her own daughter alone in this hell.

It didn’t matter if the girl called her a murderer, or tore open her chest with blame. The girl before her was undeniably her daughter.

At the very least, she had to prevent her from being left alone in this place.

Yet despite Artasha’s resolve, the girl didn’t take a single step back from the black sphere.

“No.”

She shook her head violently.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you reincarnate. One day, you’ll see the sunlight again—”

“I said no! I’m sick of this hell! How could you tell your own daughter to stay here!”

The girl screamed. Startled by the sudden outburst, Artasha instinctively stepped back.

Dark resentment flickered in the girl’s sunken eyes. That resentment was directed at none other than her mother.

“I… I’m getting out of here! If you want to stay in hell so badly, then stay here by yourself!”

The girl drew a sharp, blackened blade from her robes.

She raised it high toward the black sphere.

“I-I’ll kill it right here! If it dies, then my body can—!”

“No!”

Artasha frantically reached out, but the sharp blade showed no sign of stopping.

Viviana and Lillian immediately lunged forward, but the girl was already too close to the black sphere for them to intervene in time.

[That won’t do.]

And yet, the blade never touched the black sphere.

Sinister tendrils shot up from the ground and instantly coiled around the girl’s body, binding her tightly like a mummy.

[Do you think a little thing like you can interfere with the gods’ wager?]

A strange voice.

A woman with flowing black hair descended to the ground, her enormous black wings flapping behind her.

“Kgh… kuh…!”

The girl struggled desperately, trying to tear the tendrils away, but the more she resisted, the tighter they bound her.

[Still, it was an entertaining little diversion. Humans really are the most fun to watch.]

The black tendrils began slowly dragging the girl into the ground.

“My daughter…!”

Artasha reached out in a panic, trying to grab her, but before her fingers could touch, the girl was completely swallowed by the earth of hell.

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[Heh, even after being hated like that, you still choose to stay till the end. You’re not normal either, are you?]

From the darkness, the Archdemon emerged, a fishy smile playing on her lips as she looked down at Artasha.

Artasha glared at her with eyes full of anger and resentment.

But the Archdemon brushed off that gaze lightly and slowly lifted her head.

[You won the first bet.]

Where the Archdemon’s eyes turned, the Goddess stood.

With a calm and serene gaze, she looked down upon the world, then slowly descended and took Artasha’s hand.

“Don’t worry too much. In Hell, you can’t die, even if you want to.”

The Goddess’s words were meant to comfort, but they only stirred Artasha’s fury.

“How can you say that now…!”

At her agitated voice, the Goddess calmly spoke again.

“The moment your daughter sincerely repents and atones for everything, she will be able to leave Hell.”

Caught in the Goddess’s solemn gaze, Artasha found herself at a loss for words.

“You’ve done everything you could for that girl—as her mother.”

“No… I haven’t…”

“Now, you must watch over her, so that she can change on her own.”

The Goddess’s six wings gently wrapped around Artasha.

The pure white light enveloped her warmly and softly.

Artasha tightly shut her eyes and bit her trembling lips hard.

She was beginning to admit, deep down, that the Goddess might be right.

And yet, she couldn’t easily let go of her heart.

Opening her eyes firmly again, Artasha stared at the Goddess with resolute determination.

“…Promise me. That when my daughter repents, she will be reborn under good parents.”

Even if that parent wasn’t herself—it didn’t matter.

After all, she and the girl had done nothing but wound each other.

So, the last thing she could do as a parent was just one thing—wish for her daughter’s happiness.

“I swear.”

“And… if she truly seems unable to repent, then please, help her, Goddess.”

“…It’s unfair, but—I think I can do that much.”

The Goddess, with a deep and sincere gaze, looked at Artasha and slowly nodded.

Only then did Artasha exhale quietly, regaining her composure.

She took a short breath and stared resolutely at the Archdemon.

“…Move aside. I’m going to save my daughter.”

A smirk played on the Archdemon’s lips.

[Well, fine. This much was well within expectations.]

She clicked her fingers together lightly.

In that instant, a black sphere began to wriggle and shift its form.

The sphere slowly aligned into a row and eventually took the shape of a door.

[The girl is in there—with all her memories.]

Artasha stared blankly at the door.

Beyond it lay a thick, impenetrable darkness.

A darkness far deeper and denser than even this hell she stood in.

[Only you can enter. If you can bring her back, the victory is yours.]

At the Archdemon’s words, Bibiana and Lillian immediately stepped forward.

“Don’t be ridiculous! We’re going to save Tina too!”

But surprisingly, it wasn’t the Archdemon who blocked their path—it was the Goddess.

“…No.”

At the sudden intervention, the two blinked in confusion.

“This is a relationship that the two of them must mend themselves.”

“Are you kidding?! Something could happen to her in there—!”

“There will be no danger.”

The Goddess looked at them with solemn eyes and declared firmly:

“I swear it in the name of the Goddess.”

“Still…!”

Bibiana protested with alarmed eyes, but Artasha gently held her shoulder.

“I’ll go, My Lady.”

“Mother…!”

“I’ll bring her back. Please believe in me.”

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The blue eyes were firm, unwavering in the slightest. Faced with that resolute gaze, Bibiana was left speechless.

“Isn’t it also a daughter-in-law’s duty to trust her mother-in-law?”

Artasha gave a faint smile and gently patted her on the shoulder.

Bibiana blinked blankly, not immediately grasping the meaning of those words. But then, realizing what they implied, her eyes widened in shock.

“I hope the rest of you will trust me too.”

Artasha’s gaze shifted toward Lillian and Nia.

“…We trust you.”

Lillian met Artasha’s eyes and gave a quiet nod.

To be honest, sending her off alone was worrying.

She was the weakest among those present.

But if the goddess had declared she would be safe, then at the very least, no harm would come to Artasha.

“We’ll be waiting here for you, Mother.”

Lillian knew. If she were to follow, she would only be a hindrance.

Between Artasha and Tina, there was an impossibly high wall that none of them could ever cross.

“…Thank you.”

Finding comfort in the two young women, Artasha quietly smiled and turned her head.

[Let’s see you try, then.]

Brushing past the sneer of the Archdemon, Artasha stepped into the room without a trace of hesitation.

She had sworn to herself—no matter what happened, she would save her daughter.

And so, she embraced the encroaching darkness from all sides.

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