Chapter 22 : Fierce Battle

Abyssal Demon—that was the moniker people of the past gave to the Demon God’s familiars.
Its true name was Albion, and for the past millennium, it had been sealed by the Church… or so it should have been.

As the Saintess of the Church, practically half a controller of the Church, she was completely unaware!

But now, Ophelia’s companion magic, [Eye of Truth], was clearly displaying the name of the white-haired girl before her.

[Eye of Truth] rarely made mistakes; it only failed when interfered with by high-level barrier magic.

And the function of [Eye of Truth] was basically to display a person’s “status” around them.

From a person’s name, profession, and level, down to minute details like the number of kisses and X experience, everything would be shown.

Moreover, the Eye of Truth would provide Ophelia with very valuable “suggestions.”

It was by relying on this skill that she could preempt most people.

[Albion?]

Level: ???

Mana: ???

Status: Enraged, Jealousy MAX

Other: Unknown

Suggestion: Flee immediately

Beads of sweat trickled down Ophelia’s face.

“All question marks and unknowns?” This was a situation that had never occurred before. No, it felt like she had had a memory of something similar…

“Focus on the enemy in front of you!” She slapped her face, forcing herself to reignite her fighting spirit.

To be honest, facing such an overwhelmingly powerful enemy, Ophelia wanted nothing more than to run away.

Unknown mana, unknown level; the aura of the Demon God emanating from her was truly terrifying.

But… what about the two people in the room? Schiller and Sheryl, who had just undergone a “fierce battle”… If she fled, facing this enraged demon, their fate would probably be “two lives for one body.”

She had no doubt that this demon would kill Sheryl instantly.

As for Schiller, she didn’t have feelings for him; she was more curious.

For example, the lingering Demon God aura on him, yet at the same time, he was too weak.

By all accounts, not even the most fanatical Demon God worshipper would spare him a second glance.

However, his previous resounding declaration, “Resist!”, had truly struck a chord deep within her.

“Even if it means being deceived, I, Ophelia, will never betray an ally!”

Her golden pupils refilled with determination.

Meanwhile, Celia merely watched her silently, ominous magic raging around her.

“Are you ready? I will shred you, sever you, decompose you into individual tissues… No, should I just throw you into the sewer for the rats to gnaw on? Heh heh, perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad? No, I’ll feed you to the crows…”

From just now, terrifying whispers continuously spilled from her mouth.

‘Schiller, your maid is truly terrible!’ In every sense of the word.

Blood-red eyes pointed at Ophelia like sharp blades. As if seeing into Ophelia’s thoughts, she licked her lips:

“Were you just thinking bad things about Young Master? Heh heh, that won’t do. I’ll dig out your brain so you can never do that again…”

“Ah, I almost forgot…” She suddenly remembered something, and a silvery-white magical glow burst from around her. “I can’t let Young Master interfere…”

That was [Barrier] type magic. She wanted to cut off her own retreat!

Ophelia couldn’t help but tremble. She took a deep breath, revealing a bright smile:

“Hey, clinging women are disliked, you know!”

“You!”

Celia’s figure vanished from her spot, followed by a tremendous impact. The pitch-black magic instantly dimmed the recently erected shield.

“Tsk! That’s why persistent women are the most troublesome!”

[Burst] [Burst] [Burst]!

Ophelia swiftly conjured three magical imprints in front of her. In reality, the Saintess’s magic was not as gentle as one might imagine.

[Burst] was originally a magic intended for the heart, a lethal weapon meant to stop one’s heart from beating.

However, the chanting time was overwhelmingly insufficient.

Yet, the moment Celia saw her open her mouth, she had already distanced herself from her.

Boom! The heat wave from the explosion swept around her.

This gave her just enough time to chant.

She quickly drank the holy water from her pocket, greatly increasing her mana pool.

[Declare] [I am the Holy Daughter] [The Mother of Radiance] [The Father of Night] [The Great Holy God]!

No time! Celia was already in close combat. The shield could probably withstand one more attack. She was one layer short of a six-layered chant:

‘Three seconds. Can I hold on for three seconds?’

‘What should I do? Abandon the chant and dodge? But, this opportunity might not come again!’

One second.

Boom—!!! A deafening roar sounded! Cracks began to appear on the golden holy light shield.

Two seconds.

Dazzling golden light and chaotic dark blue energy fiercely clashed, and by now, Celia hadn’t even drawn a weapon, using only her hands.

Three seconds.

[Judgment]!

The shield collapsed, and Celia’s hand instantly pierced Ophelia’s abdomen.

At the same time, countless flashes appeared in front of Celia. They seemed to consciously attach themselves to her body, and then a chain reaction of explosions occurred.

“Cough!” The immense impact made Ophelia stagger back several steps, a metallic taste welling up in her throat.

She quickly pulled out a potion bottle from her pocket and drank it in one gulp.

The wound could heal, but the injury was lethal.

And that ominous pitch-black magic, unexpectedly, began to run rampant within her body.

“Not good…”

‘If I can’t kill her, I must at least wound her!’

She clasped the crucifix at her chest, closing her eyes in prayer.

In reality, though she appeared to be unarmed like Celia, she was not. This crucifix was her weapon.

A sacred artifact, capable of providing her with vast amounts of magical power.

When the smoke cleared, Celia stood there—completely unharmed.

She licked her lips with keen interest:

“Heh heh, just you struggle all you want.”

While Ophelia was desperately sweating, Schiller was doing the same.

At this moment, he was curled up in the corner of the bed, looking utterly devoid of life, his eyes hollowly staring at the ceiling.

Of course, his clothes were properly put on.

“Waaah!”

‘What would happen to the world, what would happen to him?’ He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

After all, having just been repeatedly pinned down and ravaged by Sheryl, his body and mind were already shattered.

Once wasn’t enough, then again, and again still wasn’t enough.

‘I, I didn’t enjoy it at all!’

‘What a humiliation! He, a dignified man, treated like this! Is there no humanity, no justice?!’

Moreover, he had absolutely no room to fight back.

At first, he had some strength, but later it became more and more…

‘As a man, as a man!’

“Waaah! I, I’m not a man!”

“There, there, Schiller, don’t cry…” Sheryl moved closer, her tone unexpectedly softening. She even awkwardly patted his head and poked his tear-streaked face. “I… I didn’t mean to!”

“Didn’t mean to! You say you didn’t mean to! Go tell that to the police!”

“Huh?”

“My chastity, my…”

“Ah, I wasn’t talking about that…” Sheryl, uncharacteristically, showed a hint of guilt, lowering her head slightly. But soon, she proudly lifted her chin again, though her earlobes quickly turned crimson. “I mean… I didn’t mean for it to be… too intense…”

“Schiller, shouldn’t you feel honored? This is my, the young lady’s, fi-fi-first—”

Her words stumbled due to shyness.

‘She wasn’t shy when she was doing it, so why is she shy now?!’

‘She showed absolutely no remorse!!’

“Ha!” Schiller let out a completely unthreatening roar towards Sheryl, scrambling off the bed using both hands and feet.

“No, I need some fresh air…” The water stains in the room, and the scent in the air, were too strong.

“Otherwise, we’ll be found…” Although, he felt their voices had already been very loud, yet for some reason, no one had come.

Not even Celia, who usually checked the room at a fixed time every night, had come.

‘What happened? No, that can’t be right…’ It couldn’t be that the plot progressed while he was busy…

Saying that, he looked at Sheryl, and checked her favorability for the first time in a while.

“?!?!?!?!”

[Sheryl Hohenzollern]

Title: The Duke’s Daughter, The future Ice Witch, the Grand Magus of the Empire, Sheryl Hohenzollern

Personality: Tsundere

Level: Mid-Tier Middle

Swordsmanship: Hohenzollern-style Swordsmanship – Advanced

Magic: ???

Mana: SSS

Knowledge: Possesses basic common sense

Favorite Food: Taste of home

Instinct: Violence, Schiller’s Commands (?), Noble Etiquette (Beginner)

Important People: Father, Mother

Person she likes: Schiller

Hobby: Bullying Schiller

Aside from some minor changes, he was still largely unclear about the content marked with question marks.

But where there had originally been only three flowers—six silver-white roses were now blooming.

“What a joke!”