Shifting her consciousness into the feather… huh.
This actually feels pretty fun.
A crimson feather floated above Wendy's palm as she turned it over with obvious interest.
There weren't many things left in the world that could entertain her.
"Fu Hua—!"
Theresa's voice rang out.
She had finally arrived, with Durandal following closely behind, face tense.
How could this be…?
Fu Hua… she's… dead…
Rushing to the collapsed figure soaking in her own blood, Theresa's outstretched hand trembled.
She didn't want to believe—
she refused to believe—
the cruel reality in front of her.
"Lady Theresa, we need to leave. Now."
Durandal had finally reached her side.
Her eyes never once left the Fourth Herrscher,
muscles taut,
ready to react at any instant.
This wasn't just about duty—
it was a direct order from the Overseer:
Ensure Theresa's safety at all costs.
"Take Fu Hua and leave.
I'll hold the Fourth Herrscher here!"
Theresa's voice shook, but her resolve did not.
Be it anger or rationality—
She knew what she had to do.
If the Fourth Herrscher walked out freely…
the entire world would pay the price.
Even if her life burned away here—
even if she had to follow in Cecilia's footsteps—
she would buy every second she could for humanity to prepare.
Back in Schicksal Headquarters,
…You really are like her.
Staring blankly at the screen, Otto's expression twisted with nostalgia and pain.
He had been preparing—
planning—
waiting for years.
And just when everything was about to begin—
A Fourth Herrscher unlike any before appears out of nowhere.
A nightmare that the word disaster could hardly describe.
Kallen…
Every time her name surfaced, Otto was reminded:
He could not—must not—fail.
If Schicksal couldn't handle the Fourth Herrscher…
Then he would find someone else who could.
"I'm not interested in corpses.
You two don't need to fight so desperately.
Take her away if you want. I don't care."
Tucking the feather away, Wendy turned, eyeing Theresa and Durandal with mild amusement.
"Fourth Herrscher… you're not leaving."
Boom—
Theresa slammed Oath of Judah into the ground again, unfolding it as she drew a golden spear.
"You can't beat Wendy,"
Wendy yawned,
"but lucky you—
Wendy is already off work."
With that, she prepared to walk away.
After all this chaos, this city clearly wasn't selling ice cream anymore.
No point sticking around.
"Stop—! Ngh—"
As Theresa tried to activate Judah's restraints, a violent gust swept across the area.
The chains bent off-course,
and even she and Durandal nearly got blown away.
Damn… Fourth Herrscher…
When the winds finally calmed—
Wendy was gone.
"…"
Just as Theresa was left standing in helpless frustration—
Her communicator crackled to life.
"Lady Theresa.
Long time no see."
On the miniature screen appeared a familiar face—
Einstein.
…
Where should I go…?
It's still off-hours…
[Side Mission: Go to Schicksal Headquarters and retrieve the Gem of Serenity and the Gem of Plague.]
[No. It's off work hours.]
[Reward includes ice cream and a movie.]
[…Send me the location of the Gem of Serenity.]
[Coordinates transmitted.]
Schicksal Headquarters
Moonlight Throne?
So Anti-Entropy came seeking cooperation on their own…
Otto hadn't expected that—
but it worked perfectly in his favor.
With them onboard, all he needed was—
WEE-OOO—
WEE-OOO—
The alarms shrieked violently.
Warning icons flooded the monitor.
What?
The Fourth Herrscher?
No—she was just in New Zealand.
It's impossible for her to—
"Lord Otto!"
"What happened?"
A Valkyrie cut into the channel, breathless.
"The system shows an unidentified target approaching headquarters at extreme speed!
Estimated arrival in fifteen seconds!"
She pushed the detected data to Otto's screen.
BOOM——
The building shook from a violent impact before Otto could react.
"The Fourth Herrscher?!
How is she this fast?"
Unless…
"She's taken the Herrscher of the Void core…"
Otto's eyes widened.
New Zealand was over ten thousand kilometers away.
For Wendy to arrive here in minutes—
Only space-type Herrscher abilities could explain it.
Then her goal is…
The Gem of Plague and the Gem of Serenity!!
"…This is bad."
The red alarm lights washed across Otto's face.
He remained silent, expression unreadable.
He had only one thing left he could rely on—
the Godslayer Spear.
Durandal, Fu Hua, Theresa—
all incapacitated or too far away.
Even if they were here,
they wouldn't stand a chance.
His A-rank and B-rank Valkyries?
Not even cannon fodder.
There was another S-rank Valkyrie onsite—
but it was too late to mobilize her.
Even she might not stand a chance—
her own ancestor had just been defeated effortlessly.
But Otto still had—
Void Archives.
And countless soulsteel bodies.
It would be enough.
"Fourth Herrscher…"
Otto stepped forward.
"Come.
Let's see whether the Godslayer Spear works on you."
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