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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: TushChen
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The reason the calamity of Tyranny had failed to revive was because of Edanant.
Ludmilla’s mental state, which had been as precarious as a sandcastle facing the tide, had solidified the moment she embraced Edanant.
As a result, the Red Dragon had lost its chance at resurrection.
This cannot fail again.
Subsequent attempts at resurrection had all been in vain.
The calamity of Tyranny, observing Ludmilla’s situation with a sense of defeat, stumbled upon an unexpected opportunity.
As soon as it heard that Edanant had left with the Second Saintess, Ludmilla’s sanity began to waver once more, just as it had before the attempted resurrection.
How ironic.
The one who had prevented its resurrection was Edanant, and the one fueling its revival was also Edanant.
He was like a double-edged sword.
After all, love for another always came with both hope and despair.
“Eda-nant…! Edanant!”
Ludmilla, having traversed the distance from the Imperial Capital to the Hohenberc marquisate in a flash, stumbled forward, her precarious steps echoing the name of the man she loved.
The situation was volatile.
It felt as if her mind would explode at any moment.
Her blackened sclera and the eerie glow of her crimson eyes were a testament to her unstable state.
-Take it. Take everything you desire!
The image of Edanant and Zebeline, whispering sweet nothings to each other as they eloped, flashed through her mind like a fleeting nightmare.
Simultaneously, the voice urging her towards tyranny echoed in her ears.
Again.
The voice she had encountered before had returned.
Ludmilla, clinging to the last vestiges of her sanity, swallowed a groan, suppressing the resurrection of Tyranny.
She feared that if she failed to contain it, a calamity of unimaginable proportions would be unleashed upon the world.
“Princess Ludmilla…?”
“….”
Just then,
A girl with flowing silver hair approached.
The saintess clad in pure white robes was undoubtedly Zebeline.
Upon seeing Zebeline, Ludmilla’s crimson eyes blazed with murderous intent.
“Zebeline…! Where is Edanant?”
Zebeline, witnessing the swirling black vortex threatening to consume the Hohenberc marquisate, had rushed to the scene.
She had seen the saintess clad in white.
And the vortex surrounding Ludmilla had intensified.
Zebeline’s presence had inadvertently accelerated the resurrection of Tyranny.
The moment her eyes met those of her rival from the Holy Kingdom, Ludmilla gritted her teeth, her fists clenched.
“How dare you elope with Edanant! You saintesses are always after someone else’s fianc! Just like the Second Saintess, Beatrice, who ran away with the hero!”
“What are you talking about…?”
“Don’t play dumb! You ran away with Edanant!”
“….”
What is she talking about?
I have no idea what’s going on.
Could Ludmilla have discovered that Edanant was conspiring with the apostles of the Disaster Gods?
Zebeline, observing Ludmilla’s reaction with growing anxiety, couldn’t hide her bewilderment.
“This is absurd. To wreak havoc over such a trivial misunderstanding.”
“What do you mean, trivial…?”
The Red Dragon and the White Dragon were natural enemies.
There was no room for compromise.
Only conflict and animosity existed between them.
They may have cooperated in the past to assist Edanant, but their true nature remained unchanged.
Zebeline glared at her rival and enemy, her gaze filled with instinctive disdain.
“I’ve always disliked you. A spinster who couldn’t get married, throwing herself at Edanant like that. It’s always irritated me.”
“In the end, Edanant chose me. Not you, First Saintess. It’s pathetic how you’re lashing out because you can’t accept defeat. Am I wrong?”
White lightning bolts rained down.
In response, black flames erupted like a raging inferno.
Lightning and flames.
The divinities of the White Dragon and the Red Dragon, starkly contrasted in black and white, clashed.
The very air trembled, and the earth shook as an unprecedented natural disaster unfolded.
The aftershocks of the clash, originating from the desolate Hillard estate, soon reached the Hohenberc family’s domain.
‘I need to buy some time until Edanant takes care of the situation… Ugh, I hate this kind of reckless role. I’ll be sure to charge him for this later, every last penny.’
One of the Seven Strongest.
The protector of the Valtarian Empire.
Ludmilla, engulfed in black flames, resembled a demon from a nightmare.
Zebeline, witnessing Ludmilla’s terrifying might as she strode forward, spewing flames, was aghast but stood her ground.
It was for the sake of Edanant, the one who had organized the apostles’ gathering.
???????
That’s not the Red Dragon.
Something is different.
It had transformed into a bizarre and unfamiliar form.
A Disaster God.
A being of terror that threatened humanity.
Ludmilla, consumed by the murky divinity, reminded Zebeline of Edanant when he had summoned the calamity of War.
Her blackened sclera and the abyss-like darkness of the flames were undeniable proof.
‘Could it be a Harmless Calamity? No, all but the calamity of War have vanished from this world.’
Death had fallen at the hands of the Saintess Party.
And Tyranny and Famine had been reduced to forgotten relics of the past.
What is this?
The divinity raging before her eyes was undoubtedly that of a “Harmless Calamity.”
Could there be a calamity yet unknown to the world…?
Zebeline, observing Ludmilla’s transformation, was forced to abandon her thoughts.
Jet-black flames, like a colossal wave, surged towards her, engulfing the earth in their wake.
!!!!!!!!!!!
The aftershocks of the clash between lightning and flames ravaged the surroundings.
Ludmilla, her hands ablaze, stomped on the ground, closing the distance between her and Zebeline in an instant.
It seemed she intended to eliminate Zebeline before searching for Edanant.
“…Hmph, as I expected.”
Zebeline extended her hand.
A blinding flash of light accompanied the appearance of the Staff of White Night.
The sacred treasure of the Holy Kingdom.
Zebeline aimed the Staff of White Night at Ludmilla, who had closed in on her, as if aiming a rifle.
“Kheuk!”
Sensing danger, Ludmilla raised both hands.
Simultaneously, a concentrated beam of light erupted from the Staff of White Night.
It was the same power she had unleashed upon the colossal monster in the Boemon Kingdom.
Ludmilla, struck by the Earth Mother’s divine power, groaned and swung her arms.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!!!
The beam of light shattered.
She had neutralized the attack with brute force, like a ferocious beast.
Zebeline, witnessing Ludmilla’s reckless assault, devoid of any reason, gripped the Staff of White Night with both hands and steadied herself.
Ludmilla’s state, consumed by madness, was far more severe than she had anticipated.
‘She’s completely lost it. Can spinster hysteria be this severe? I’ll have to be wary of all the spinsters in the continent when I return to the Holy Kingdom.’
The tyrannical force threatening to obliterate everything in its path.
The overwhelming pressure and malice emanating from Ludmilla’s very being.
The previous attack had confirmed it.
What stood before her was undoubtedly a Harmless Calamity, just like Edanant’s divinity.
She didn’t know the reason.
What mattered now was that Tyranny, resurrected after centuries of slumber, stood before her very eyes.
“For the sake of my happy future with Edan… Please surrender and stand down.”
“First Saintess. I will kill you here.”
A fierce battle between rivals vying for the same man.
A confrontation sparked by a trivial misunderstanding shook the Hohenberc marquisate to its core.
No matter who emerged victorious, the outcome would be disastrous.
But none of that mattered as long as a victor could be determined.
The Imperial Princess and the Holy Kingdom’s Saintess, wielding flames and lightning, locked eyes, preparing to unleash their final blows.
Both were determined to claim Edanant and the Hohenberc family’s wedding ring for themselves.
“Stop this.”
Just as the battle reached its climax,
A man clad in black armor intervened, extending his arms to hold back Ludmilla and Zebeline.
“What in the world… Ludmilla?”
The Empire’s Red Dragon had fallen, becoming an apostle of the Disaster God.
Edanant, staring at Ludmilla’s corrupted form, swallowed a groan.
The divinity emanating from her, burning like a wildfire, was undoubtedly that of a Harmless Calamity.
How did this happen?
He shared the same question as the saintess, his gaze fixed on Ludmilla.
But he didn’t back down.
Even if she had become an apostle of the Disaster God, Ludmilla was still Ludmilla.
Edanant reached out to the woman he loved, intending to embrace her, just as he had when they shared a kiss on the terrace.
“It’s alright, I’m here now.”
“Shut up, you damn womanizer. You’ve been two-timing me and the saintess all along. No, make that three-timing, including Liza! This is all because of your indecisiveness!”
Something’s wrong.
This isn’t right.
Normally, Ludmilla would have blushed and forgiven him for anything.
But even though he had reached out and whispered sweet nothings, all he received was murderous intent.
Ludmilla unleashed her full power, pushing her limits to the extreme.
Black pillars of fire shot up into the air, creating a fiery inferno.
“Because of you… Because of you…!”
Fwoosh-
Dragon wings formed from flames unfurled behind her back.
And that wasn’t all.
Ludmilla’s crimson eyes sharpened, resembling those of a dragon.
“You promised to marry me…! And you eloped with the Holy Kingdom’s saintess?”
The consequences of his philandering, toying with the hearts of both the princess and the saintess, had finally caught up to him.
I’m going to die.
I might die at the hands of Ludmilla.
Edanant swallowed nervously, facing Ludmilla, who had transformed into the embodiment of jealousy.
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