Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Damn thief!

Beatrice was overcome with fury.

The next second, a powerful psychic assault surged along the huge vertical pupil's gaze and into the depths of the other's consciousness.

Accompanied by a cry of pain, the halo behind the girl's head shattered into countless fragments, and blood slowly seeped from all her orifices, a sign she had suffered an unprecedented heavy blow.

However, even including the recent mental freeze, this ultimately took a few precious seconds.

When her senses fully returned, the blood-red colossal blade that could split heaven and earth had already struck her face.

"Boom——!!!"

With a tremor that shook space itself, a flicker of light vanished, and the blood-colored greatsword, like a hot knife through butter, instantly embedded itself into the center of the fleshy planetoid.

"Squeak——!!!"

Countless tentacles on the surface of the fleshy planetoid twisted and twined, emitting a shrill, grating noise.

It hurts so much!

Damn ants!!!

In pain, the mythic manifestation of Beatrice unleashed an unprecedented potential, suddenly radiating a bizarrely dark light.

At the same time, the blood-colored greatsword, which had been smoothly about to bisect the fleshy planetoid, stopped abruptly, lodged in the massive body of the adversary.

As if it could not advance even a fraction more.

...

This is bad!!!

Feeling the warm blood trickle from her nose and the corners of her eyes, and even though her brain felt as if it was stirred by a red-hot poker, Goddess Tiya still tried to maintain a clear consciousness, stood straight, and held Lynn tightly in her arms, shielding him from the chaotic energy currents around them.

At the same time, watching the skeletal hand holding tightly to the blood-colored greatsword, his face gradually turned pale.

Even if they had briefly merged into one, they were far from reaching the peak state of Miss Witch, and to kill a Divine in one strike was still just short of enough.

Beatrice was not a stationary target.

Upon sensing pain and danger, her innate potential erupted like never before, allowing her to momentarily match Miss Witch combined.

However, Goddess Tiya knew very well, as the Doomsday Witch had told her before, that if this strike failed, the merger would collapse on its own.

Then, having lost their only means of direct offense, they would no longer be able to confront Beatrice in her mythic form.

This was an undeniable crisis.

Is this the end?

Goddess Tiya bit her lip until it bled, her consciousness on the brink of shattering, feeling the summons from her original form within the Pantheon.

Regardless, as the Silent Saintess Tiya, she was only Fourth Rank.

It was already extremely difficult to avoid being killed on the spot under the planetoid's gaze just a moment ago.

What more could be asked of a Transcendent who has not yet reached the Fifth Rank Legend?

Now, the skeletal hands holding the sword began to show fine cracks on their surface, and the blood-colored greatsword itself dimmed significantly, looking as though it might disintegrate at any moment.

The silver-haired woman was even paler, her breathing irregular, barely maintaining her form on her last breath, refusing to step back even an inch.

At this moment, the standoff between the Doomsday Witch and Beatrice had reached a critical juncture, maintaining a fragile balance like a scale that needed only the slightest touch to tip it over.

But if no external force intervened, the outcome would surely be their union's dissolution and a dismal defeat.

Looking at the scene before her that resembled an apocalyptic nightmare, Goddess Tiya glanced down at the boy whose eyes were tightly shut in her arms, a look of tenderness and longing flickering in her eyes.

At least... let him survive and get out.

With that thought, even though she was exhausted to the limit, Goddess Tiya closed her eyes again.

She was prepared to use her last strength to break the tense standoff between the Doomsday Witch and Beatrice.

Doing so would completely extinguish the already faint consciousness of Saintess Tiya, and at the same time, herself after ten thousand years would cease to exist.

She had only just met the man she loved, and before she could utter a single word, she was about to be forever gone.

How unwilling she felt.

But there was no choice.

She preferred Lynn to live on with her beliefs than to survive alone in the world.

After all, even a woman like Ivyst could temporarily put aside her hatred and prejudice against the Doomsday Witch to save Lynn.

If even such a sacrifice could not be made, wasn't that too petty?

The next second, the Bright Moon Halo, which had completely shattered under the gaze of the Evil God, reformed with great difficulty behind her head.

But just then, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"Leave the buzzer-beater to the true protagonist." The boy's palm lightly covered Goddess Tiya's shoulder, transmitting a reassuring energy to her, "After all... this is the story I started."

In an instant, disbelief surged within her.

This voice was like a beam of light in the darkness, arriving from the horizon, piercing through the endless night.

Tears brimmed in the corners of Goddess Tiya's eyes, her first impulse to open them and behold him.

"Don't open your eyes, continue to maintain the connection between you and Beatrice," Lynn stopped her movement, and then wiped the blood from his lips, slowly standing up, "Logically, this body is the vessel that she specifically chose for herself, and the future you inherited her Authority, which greatly deepens this connection."

"Not just power, but even memories can be shared through this connection, and your recent manipulation of the Authority that caused her to freeze in thought is the clearest evidence."

"So, to break the deadlock between Miss Witch and her, you are the most crucial turning point."

Goddess Tiya followed his instructions while subconsciously asking, "What should I... do?"

"You don't have to do too much, just create a brief moment of distraction in Beatrice's mind," Lynn said, looking up at the scene in the sky, a hint of a smile crossing his lips, "Since you can share even memories between you, considering her apparent strong disgust for males, what you need to do is quite simple."

"Tiya, do you remember what you did to me in bed on the night we fled?"