Female Knight Simulator, I am full of righteousness!

She had always thought the Dark Moon Goddess was the goddess's mortal enemy, but now it seems she was wrong.

The Dark Moon Goddess and the Goddess are two sides of the same coin.

Originally, there was only a goddess in this world, but after She went into a state of apparent sleep, the situation changed.

The goddess is a god born from the winds of freedom. Her state of feigned sleep is equivalent to imprisoning her nature. After a long period of repression, some of her negative emotions left her body and transformed into pleasure, debauchery, and the goddess of the dark moon.

The goddess of the dark moon was unwilling to be trapped in the goddess's dream, so she tried every means to escape.

Since He couldn't do it Himself, He placed His hopes on Loria.

Loria was chosen for a simple reason: she was a time traveler who happened to pass by the Goddess of the Dark Moon during her journey.

"Then, I've chosen you!"

"Wow, so that means I can borrow the power of the Dark Moon Goddess?"

This is a deal.

The goddess gave an affirmative answer.

But the deal won't be easy; Loria will have to pay a price—

free!

Once the Dark Moon Goddess is sent away, she will become the anchor point, replacing the original Dark Moon Goddess, and the goddess will continue to watch over this world.

[YES] or [NO]?

The options were presented to Loria.

This choice is not difficult to make.

Loria had already learned from the goddess that the Reversal Magic could only reverse the time of their world and had no effect on anything outside of it.

In other words, after leaving here, although time returned to the time of the oath-taking ceremony, the evil gods from the outside world had already gathered near the seal.

They are greedy, they are thirsty, they crave everything.

Going back in time won't save the world; it will only cause disasters to erupt "earlier."

"I am willing."

Loria extended her right hand to the goddess.

For her, the lives of those she cherished were far more valuable than freedom.

The deal was thus struck.

Under the dim moonlight, the rivers in "reality" flow ceaselessly.

Loria's absence did not delay the campaign to defeat the Hidden Leader. Hearing Charles's call, the group marched menacingly toward the capital.

The journey was anything but peaceful, as always.

When they arrived in the capital, they were met with fierce resistance as always.

But this time the situation was a little different. Halfway through the battle, the Succubus Queen and the Nightmare Queen arrived with a large force. They joined the Imperial Army directly, delivering a heavy blow to the stubbornly resisting Secret Leader rebels.

The change came so suddenly that no one had time to react.

But even more astonishingly, when the imperial army stormed into the capital, the giant spider stood up beforehand.

The earth shook and the sky seemed to collapse.

In front of the square, facing the crowd rushing towards him, the prophet calmly threw three Enka Stones into the seal.

At that moment, in front of everyone, another Enka Stone streaked across the sky and shot straight into the seal.

buzzing-

A blinding blue light suddenly burst forth, breaking through the crimson island overhead in a short time.

"This means... the seal has been completely broken?"

The prophet stood there, stunned.

According to his original plan, the Weaver could only truly descend after the power from the Ruins had eroded half of the seal.

But now it will only take an hour... no, not that long, and he can see the weaver right now.

A torrent of red liquid erupted from the seal, and the prophet faced the seal, raising his hands high.

"Great weaver, you have finally come into this world!"

Accompanied by his frantic shouts, one dark shadow after another surged out of the seal, stretching out into the distance like tentacles.

The prophet's laughter grew increasingly arrogant.

"Great Weaver, now, lead us to break free from the goddess's control!"

A dark figure stopped in front of him.

Having crossed the barriers between worlds, the two "people" who had been traveling in opposite directions finally met.

The prophet bowed respectfully, displaying his gentlemanly demeanor.

From this day forward, the world will embark on a path completely different from what was expected, and those who are now criticizing and belittling him will one day realize how great a thing they have done!

Oh, sun, truly shine upon this world...

Suddenly, the prophet's slowly raised hand froze.

He slowly lowered his head, his face full of disbelief.

He wasn't mistaken; his abdomen was clearly pierced by a dark shadow, and blood was flowing continuously from the large wound.

As his gaze followed the shadow forward, he recognized its owner—the very Weaver he had always sung praises of.

"For...for...for..."

The Weaver remained silent and withdrew the shadow.

In an instant, the prophet fell to the ground like a tattered sack.

He remained silent, leaving everyone with only a pair of bulging eyes filled with disbelief.

"Alright, it's time to stop."

Loria stepped forward under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

P.S.: The dream concept was actually inspired by The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening.

The Isolated Island Nation: 42. When Dreams Come True

The Weaver is undoubtedly the most dangerous evil god to this world, but we cannot ignore the destruction caused by other evil gods all along.

That's why Loria didn't rush to make a move, but deliberately waited until the prophet threw the Enka Stone into the seal before revealing herself.

The evil gods who had been waiting outside for a long time had already transformed into King Jiji. When they saw that the seal had been completely broken, they didn't even have time to think about whether there was a conspiracy inside before they took the initiative to enter.

Loria, who suddenly appeared, looked almost the same as usual, except that she was no longer wearing the cat combat suit, but a very ordinary female knight outfit.

A hero doesn't need to appear too imposing, but he also shouldn't act like a succubus.

Despite the fact that Loria's appearance hasn't changed much, her strength has increased rapidly.

This is a change that cannot be seen on the identity card representing the goddess's will.

Only Loria herself knew that her strength could no longer be measured by simple numbers.

Having drawn power from the Goddess of the Dark Moon, she is, in a sense, an elf born from this world.

She is not fighting alone; behind her stand countless lives in this world.

Interestingly, regardless of whether those beings like her or hate her, they will "automatically" stand on her side.

Who made this world originate from the goddess's dream?

If the goddess so desires, she can change everything in this world at will.

However, the goddess did not do that. She only wanted to be an observer, perhaps out of pity, or perhaps because she was bored. She let the world in her dream continue to grow.

During this process, some flaws were revealed in Him.

The evil gods that roam the ruins, including the Weaver, are trying to invade this dream world and then devour the goddess who has fallen into "sleep".

Their plan was perfect, but something unexpected happened during the process.

No one could have imagined that a Dark Moon Goddess would split off from the Goddess's body. It was because of the Dark Moon Goddess's constant turmoil that the Goddess regained consciousness in her dream.

Now is the time to close the net and eliminate all the wicked.

Loria calmly watched the black shadows that danced endlessly between heaven and earth like tentacles.

Compared to those dark figures, she was so small.

"careful!"

A nervous voice sounded behind me.

Loria has not yet responded.

She was silently gathering her strength. The dancing shadows paid no attention to her; they drifted about, seemingly immersed in the joy of freedom.

Only the Weaver, who had just killed the Prophet, had his "gaze" fall on Loria.

He has always liked to be in control of everything and despised anything that possesses its own self.

The world created in the goddess's dream reeked of something that made her nauseous.

Slaughter, He will slaughter madly!

The prophet's body was carelessly tossed on the ground, and the weaver, who was like a clump of black slime, suddenly transformed into thousands of black threads, which either flew, walked close to the ground, or burrowed into the void.

But before the threads could make any further moves, Loria suddenly raised her right hand.

Like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, the space boiled over, instantly crushing all the silk threads.

The weaver's attention then fell on the giant spider on the ground.

Chloria acted faster than Him.

"They won't listen to you!"

The space above the giant spider's head suddenly shifted, severing dozens of hidden silk threads.