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

　The third slash from the Basti Beast tore through its armor.

　……

　The situation in the war suddenly changed.

　……

　Although Bastimon's third slash lacked the enhancement of a finishing move, it still unleashed an attack power of 6300, dealing a rather fatal blow to "Bloodborne Sword Saint".

　The Bloodborne Sword Saint's eyes flashed, but the half of his face hidden under the mask showed no expression.

　Badista's fourth slash came down from above, the narrow blade shadow reflected on its face as it rapidly approached.

　But in that instant, Bastimon abruptly stopped its sword strike.

　It stared intently at the face of the "Bloodborne Sword Saint" and slowly sheathed its sword.

　"Secret Sword - Seventh Form!"

　But just as the reflection of the sword was about to disappear, Ophelia Brad, who had been watching silently, suddenly spoke up.

　Upon hearing the command, the "Blood Source Sword Saint" suddenly tightened his loosened fingers, and the collapsed sword intent regrouped. Thick blood light emanated from the "Blood Devouring Sword," instantly absorbing the surrounding blood mist, and another carving of a strange beast lit up on the sword.

　"Secret Sword - Seventh Form!"

　A shout, carrying a strange undertone, suddenly rang out.

　With only a sliver of magic left, the "Bloodborne Sword Saint" unleashed his most terrifying attack to date.

　The strange beast that flew out from the sword had two horns on its head and was ferocious and terrifying. As the "Blood Source Sword Saint" swung his sword, it grew larger in the wind and transformed into a ferocious behemoth in the blink of an eye. It opened its huge mouth and bit at the Basti Beast.

　Faced with such a terrifying attack, Bastimon had no more doubts and thrust out his longsword.

　"Pfft!"

　Just as the giant beast's jaws were about to bite down on Basti's head, Bloodborne Sword Saint's throat was pierced first.

　With this one strike, the "Bloodborne Sword Saint's" remaining magic power instantly dropped to zero.

　Its mask transformed into magical specks of light, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Its tightly closed lips were slightly pursed, forming only a barely perceptible curve.

　This magical spirit, jointly crafted by the "Hero" and the "Blood Princess," instantly turned into light.

　……

　"Basdimon".

　The master's call prompted Bastimon to take a step forward as he sheathed his sword.

　It did not forget that this was a life-or-death battle, and that its survival time was only fifteen minutes.

　Blood-red light danced around him as Bastimon charged toward Ophelia Brad.

　In an instant, Ophelia Brad's blood-red hair spread out in a fan shape. She suddenly raised her hand, and blood light emanated from every strand of hair, shooting towards the Basti Beast that was attacking from the front as if it had a mind of its own.

　But amidst the flashing sword light, her blood-red hair was severed and fell like withered flower petals.

　Bastimon charged straight in and pierced Blood Princess's chest with a single sword strike.

　……

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　"puff!"

　When blood splattered, even Bastimon itself was caught off guard; the sword had pierced Blood Princess's chest so easily. It had originally thought...

　Startled, Bastimon suddenly looked up and met Ophelia Brad's gaze.

　It saw no pain or hatred in those eyes, but rather a gentle tenderness like water.

　"It's finally over."

　The Blood Princess parted her red lips slightly, a faint smile appearing on her pale face.

　In that instant, an extremely strange fluctuation suddenly appeared in the void.

　The ripple spread instantly like water ripples, penetrating through layers of secret passages and entering the barrier surrounding the castle.

　Countless stars were instantly reflected on the barrier, but they vanished in an instant.

　Professor Mitya suddenly reached out and pulled, drawing a shimmering line of starlight from the sky. Staring at the line, she solemnly said, "The ceremony is almost complete."

　……

　The early morning starry sky shone brightly, and the ancient castle remained silent under the shroud of the barrier.

　There was not a sound, nor a breath.

　The people in the tower dormitory were sound asleep, unaware of the changes taking place in the castle.

　There was a pause of almost half a second.

　Victor Gold, who was hiding behind the plaster statue of the bully bear cub with Robert, was suddenly jolted awake by the image of Ophelia Brad being stabbed in the chest.

　His inner thoughts were complex and contradictory.

　Regarding Ophelia Brad's being a demon, his rational mind told him to treat her as an enemy, but emotionally he simply couldn't do it.

　Seeing Dark and Ophelia locked in fierce combat right in front of him, he had no idea which side to take.

　When Ophelia Brad was first stabbed in the back, his longing for his mother took over, and he rushed out without thinking.

　But Ophelia Brad then completely healed the wound, much to his relief.

　Therefore, when Basti's sword pierced Ophelia Brad's chest this time, he subconsciously assumed that she could still heal quickly, and his reaction was a fraction slower.

　Until that strange fluctuation suddenly occurred.

　He suddenly realized that his mother's expression seemed a little off.

　That feeling of complete relief instantly triggered extremely unpleasant associations in the naturally perceptive Witt Gold.

　"No!"

　He suddenly rushed out like a madman.

　Even Robert couldn't stop him.

　……

　A "brave warrior" in motion.

　Even the fallen "Demon King".

　He pierced the Demon King's formidable nemesis with the "Hero's Sword".

　……

　Dark stared at the scene with a solemn expression.

　As that strange fluctuation arose, he also sensed some inexplicable changes. But when he reached out, he couldn't grasp it; his lack of knowledge left him feeling somewhat lost at that moment.

　"what happened……"

　Dark instinctively took a step forward.

　Ophelia Brad, who played the role of "Demon King" in the ceremony, was trembling with fear.

　It fell, but it didn't actually collapse.

　Basti suddenly pulled out the holy sword that had pierced Ophelia's chest, but did not strike again. Instead, it instinctively took a half step back.

　"Go away!"

　Vittor charged forward and swung his "Holy Sword" at it.

　Bastimon casually countered with a sword strike, shattering the "Holy Sword" simulated by the "Holy Sword Curse" into dust.

　But neither side paid any attention to this scene.

　The Basti Beast did not stop Vit from getting closer.

　Vitter didn't look at it again, but instead suddenly hugged Ophelia Brad's falling body.

　With trembling hands, he gently laid his mother's body down.

　Her long, blood-red hair spread out on the ground like blooming red flowers.

　Blood was flowing from Ophelia Brad's chest.

　The "single sword sheath" was infused with blood energy by Bastimon. After piercing her body, it activated the blood energy, interfering with Ophelia Brad's blood magic and preventing her from healing immediately.

　But if she wanted to, this level of interference wouldn't be difficult to eliminate.

　Lying in Witt's arms, Ophelia Brad tilted her head slightly, gazing at the child's face, and couldn't help but smile again.

　She originally didn't intend to reveal her identity, but her child recognized her as soon as he saw her.

　This made her both happy and worried.

　She didn't want her child to experience such highs and lows in such a short period of time, but sometimes that's just how it is.

　Humans are truly vulnerable when faced with an unchangeable fate.

　“Witt”.

　Ophelia Brad tried

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　He raised his hand and stroked Witt's cheek with his cold fingers, his fingertips trembling violently.

　After many years, she finally felt the warmth of her child's skin again.

　So warm.

　Ever since she entered the academy with Mitia, she had been secretly observing her child.

　The result was much better than she had imagined.

　In her opinion, Witt was exceptional.

　Although he couldn't compare to those other children, Victor was very attentive in class, did his homework well, ate his meals properly, was very healthy, and his magical abilities were growing very well.

　This is extremely rare for a child who lacks parental guidance.

　Before she met Victor, she always thought he would be like Bright, naughty, not doing homework, always late, and getting points deducted by the professor every day.

　But it didn't.

　Witt is truly outstanding.

　She was relieved, feeling that even without her, Victor would be able to grow up well.

　"Call me Mom again."

　"Ophelia Brad said with difficulty."

　But Witt kept his lips tightly pressed together, simply looking into her eyes without saying a word.

　It was as if he had a premonition that once he called out "Mom," the mother he had finally found would truly leave him.

　Ophelia Brad was not disappointed by his silence. After thinking for a moment, she said, "It was my fault for not being there for you as you grew up."

　"You can trust Mitia, she will take care of you."

　"Also, don't blame Alvitt's children."

　At this point, Ophelia Brad noticed that Witt's face twitched.

　She said with difficulty, "Mom knows it's hard to ask this of you, but it's all Mom's fault. Dak is a very good boy, and I always see a bit of Alvit in him. I really hope you two can become friends."

　"mom!"

　Witt finally couldn't help but call out.

　Ophelia Brad smiled even more sweetly upon hearing this.

　Her right hand hung down on the ground, the magic card her fingertips were pressing against glowing faintly.

　The moment the magic card was activated, she slowly closed her eyes.

　"mom!"

　Vitte suddenly burst into tears.