The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　A powerful golden light burst forth from the card art of "Holy Sword Curse," condensing into a holy sword of light in his hand.

　The outline of the holy sword was still blurry, but its aura as a holy sword was already quite obvious.

　The dazzling holy light was like smoky smoke to Ophelia Brad, causing her to squint.

　She watched Witt's actions quietly, without offering any resistance.

　Upon successfully summoning the "Holy Sword," Witt's "Hero" bloodline gradually began to boil, resonating with the "Holy Sword."

　Then, his eyes widened, and when he looked at Ophelia Brad again, he directly "saw" the blood-mist-like demonic shadow that enveloped her.

　Vito's familiar, the Minotaur, is a small demon species.

　Therefore, he was actually quite familiar with the aura of the demon race.

　Moreover, he had close contact with the vampire Brad.

　Therefore, upon seeing that one glance, his lips trembled involuntarily.

　“竟然，是真的!”

　……

　Dark looked at Gatomon with a questioning gaze, and Gatomon nodded.

　Dak couldn't help but sigh.

　As the ceremony drew to a close, Ophelia Brad made no attempt to conceal her demonic nature.

　That goes beyond the realm of "acting skills".

　This proves that her "first embrace" has been completed, and she has completely become the Demon King's "blood slave".

　But her bloodline as a vampire prevented her from losing her rationality—or perhaps, she skipped the "blood slave" stage and became a "blood demon" or "vampire."

　Based on his own knowledge, Dark was not yet able to properly distinguish between blood slaves, blood demons, and vampires.

　He could only make a rough judgment.

　"Fortunately, it seems there is still room for recovery."

　Dark carefully observed Ophelia's reaction, his mind racing.

　The overall direction of the ceremony remained unchanged.

　If Ophelia Brad was "enchanted" during the ritual, there is still a chance to turn her back into a human if the process continues.

　This is a characteristic of the "ritual" itself.

　Everything was still undecided until the "ritual" ended.

　If Ophelia Brad was already "enchanted" before the ritual, then defeating her here would suffice.

　Two possibilities.

　The things that need to be done are no different.

　Just draw your sword.

　……

　But before Dark could draw his sword, Ophelia Brad suddenly spoke up: "Are you wondering when I 'awakened'?"

　Dak couldn't help but squint.

　Ophelia Brad didn't continue speaking, but turned to look at Witt again, saying gently, "Witt, my dear child. I am so proud to see you grow up so well."

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　His expression suddenly froze.

　He really wanted to say that he wasn't actually that great, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

　Ophelia Brad then turned to Ryan Hawkes and said slowly, "Professor Hawkes, I advise you not to act rashly. I do not wish to lay a hand on a disabled old man."

　Ryan Hacks gripped his cane tightly, his face tense.

　Ophelia Brad chuckled softly and said, “The way things unfold is always so strange. Looking back, it always feels like everything was destined. Even though fate is just a representation of the future, it always manages to choke you and leave you breathless. When I was in Bastia, I often wondered, why is the world so harsh on me?”

　Her smile remained gentle, but the atmosphere gradually changed.

　As the last member of the Blood Clan, Ophelia Brad has experienced countless sorrows.

　The destruction of the Blood Clan, the death of her entire family, being embraced by the Demon King, the hero she fell in love with dying in the final war, and she couldn't even witness her child's growth.

　As she said, the world was so harsh on her that she no longer had the strength to complain.

　……

　Of all those present, Dark was undoubtedly the one who knew the Blood Princess's deeds the most.

　However, Dark initially viewed the Blood Princess's situation only from the perspective of a "spectator" and did not empathize with her much.

　Only then, in this peculiar atmosphere, did he seem to suddenly realize something, gaining a direct understanding of the Blood Princess's plight.

　He fell silent for a moment, his throat slightly congested.

　……

　On the other side, Witt looked completely bewildered. He didn't know what Ophelia Brad was talking about, and he just instinctively wanted to clutch his chest.

　He was also a little out of breath.

　For him, tonight’s experience was full of Beckettian absurdity.

　He embarked on a "hero's journey" to rid the world of evil, and although the journey was arduous, he successfully overcame each obstacle through his own efforts and the help of others. However, upon reaching the final castle, he encountered his own mother as the final boss.

　He tried to immerse himself in the ecstasy of finding his mother and forget everything else.

　But someone popped the bubble with a single finger.

　His mother's praise left him unsure how to respond.

　He was at a loss.

　……

　Ophelia Brad sat upright on the throne.

　She turned to look at everyone in the hall, but this time she spoke in a very low voice.

　"Brave Warrior" Bright God, "God of War" Arvit Saint Dimon, "Sun Warrior" Suna Montilfali...

　As she murmured, the blood flowing above the magic circle beside the throne suddenly boiled, and the baby in the bottle opened its mouth, letting out its first cry since its rebirth.

　Let the world feel pain!

　Ophelia Brad stepped down from the throne, her demeanor and gaze changing abruptly.

　Her long, crimson hair cascaded down like a waterfall, flowing like mercury.

　The atmosphere changed abruptly!

　……

　"paradise!"

　In that instant, Dark cast aside all sympathy and concerns, and poured his long-accumulated magic into "Paradise".

　The "paradise" sandwiched between my index and middle fingers flashed before my eyes like lightning.

　A burst of intense light erupted from the card.

　The violent magic surged wildly in all directions, forming a dense network of veins like a grid.

　One after another, buildings that looked like they had been moved from a fairy tale world rose from the ground.

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　"Boom!"

　The booming sound of the building rising echoed throughout the hall.

　Dark Dimon's eyes were piercing.

　A giant Ferris wheel rose up from behind it, instantly piercing the ceiling of the hall.

　A carousel adorned with colorful lights appeared beside Ryan Hawkes. He swiftly grabbed the unconscious Tom Nixon and leaped away with a single foot.

　But upon landing, the roller coaster's tracks suddenly rose like a dragon, carrying the two people into the sky.

　"-"

　A lighthearted melody played as the carousel spun.

　A canal descended from the sky, and rafts emerged from the riverbed, creating a large splash.

　Countless colored lights suddenly fell from the ceiling.

　A huge plaster statue of a bully bear appeared nearby.

　The wails of ghosts and monsters emanated from the haunted house door carved into the wall.

　The majority of the hall, centered around Dak, was covered by "Paradise" in just a moment.

　Despite summoning such a large-scale "paradise" for the first time, Dark was not distracted at all.

　He stared intently at the hero of the Golden Age—the Blood Princess, his second magic card already flipped onto his fingertip.

　……

　"Is this a variant of Claire's 'Zoo'?"

　Ophelia Brad instantly realized the true nature of "Paradise," her pupils constricting slightly in surprise.

　She originally thought that after watching Dark's match at the Duel Festival, she would have a better understanding of his strength.

　Little did they know that it was just the tip of the iceberg!

　"But this is fine..."

　With this thought in mind, Ophelia Brad suddenly drew a blood-red magic card into her palm.

　With a flick of her two fingers, blood-red light began to flow within the magic card.

　As a graduate of St. Marian Academy, Ophelia Brad is naturally an outstanding mage.

　A magic card infused with blood magic transforms into a drop of thick blood plasma upon successful summoning.

　With a crisp "drip!" sound, the blood plasma seemed to merge into the ground, and then seeped upwards from the ground, spreading out suddenly.

　"Wow—"

　As a large amount of magic was poured in, the blood plasma suddenly expanded, turning into a surging tide that rushed in all directions.

　Half of the temple, centered around Ophelia Brad, was instantly swept away and covered by a surging tide of blood.

　The waves of blood crashed against the walls and rolled back, creating swirling eddies of blood.

　Standing in the middle of the hall, Witt and Robert were only stunned for a moment before they suddenly realized that their surroundings had changed dramatically.

　Ahead, a surge of blood rushes forth; behind, a paradise rises from the ground.

　"Go!"

　Robert suddenly grabbed Witt's arm and forcefully pulled the still-stunned man into the amusement park.

　The ground beneath our feet was covered with smooth stone bricks, and clusters of green plants sprouted from the ground, with vibrant flowers blooming in profusion.

　The two had barely retreated into the amusement park when they were swept away by a tide of blood.

　A surge of energy erupted, and the momentum of the surging blood tide was thwarted by the amusement park. After losing its forward momentum, it poured onto the ground and flowed into the gaps between the stone bricks.

　The entire enormous hall was thus divided in two.

　"In the name of Dark Demon, a magical summoning—'Magical Secretary'!"

　Without hesitation, Dark began the next round of magical summoning.

　Located within the "Paradise," each of the Paradise's magical spirits can be summoned in just two seconds.

　As the spellbook appeared and unfolded in his hand, Dark began to establish his board presence at lightning speed.

　Leomon and Gatomon took a step forward, standing guard in front of him like loyal protectors.

　Dark's magic surged forth like a tide, without becoming unstable despite the rapid summoning.