I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

After saying her last words, the light in Theresa's eyes went out completely.

Her hand, which was holding W's, slipped limply to the side, her head turned to the side, and she stopped breathing forever in W's arms.

The world fell completely silent at that moment.

W stood there, holding Theresa's gradually cooling body, his red eyes empty of all light and emotion in an instant, leaving only boundless, deathly darkness.

She didn't cry, nor did she make any further sound.

He simply held her quietly, as if trying to turn himself into a lifeless stone sculpture.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps and Kal'tsit's anxious shouts echoed from the distant corridor.

But W couldn't hear anything anymore.

She slowly lowered her head, looking at the one in her arms who had closed his eyes forever, the only light in her life.

Then, she raised her head, her gaze passing over Theresa and looking at her side, where a figure with a hood covering his face lay quietly.

The figure wearing a hooded jacket, who deactivated the defense system, leading everything to its end.

A name, like the most vicious curse, was silently uttered from her pale lips.

Doctor.

【Devil Muscle Rin】: @American Scythe Hey! W! How are you? Answer me now! What happened on your end?

【Marin】: Ms. W! Please say something! Don't scare us! Are you safe? Please reply when you see this message!

【Herrscher of Food】: W, calm down. No matter what happens, don't try to tough it out alone. We're all here for you.

[Flower Pillar]: Miss W... I'm very worried about you. Please tell us about your situation, at least let us know you're still safe.

【Sword Saintess】: O Supreme God, please protect your lost sheep. Lord W, if you can hear us, please answer our prayers.

Messages of tagging and concern kept flooding the screen, each word revealing the anxious and uneasy feelings of the girls on the other side of the screen.

They stared intently at the grayed-out profile picture, their hearts sinking with each passing moment.

Gu Ye leaned back on his sofa, staring blankly at his phone screen.

Yisi leads the three sparkling wine targets

In the living room, the sounds of Ilya and Irisviel arguing seemed to come from another world.

His fingers unconsciously slid along the edge of the screen, and for the first time, a clear sense of regret welled up inside him.

I should have thought of that long ago. Given W's personality, he would have rushed back without hesitation after seeing those messages.

I should have made things clear before she left, instead of waiting until now... He took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.

There's no use in blaming yourself now; he just hopes things haven't gotten to the point of no return.

Just as the worries in the group were about to overflow, the grayed-out avatar suddenly lit up without warning.

[American Scythe]: Theresa is dead.

There were no angry roars, no sorrowful cries, only a line of cold, emotionless text.

This line of text was like a block of ancient ice, instantly freezing the entire chat group.

Immediately afterwards, a second message appeared.

[American Scythe]: I'm going to kill the doctor. Now.

[American Scythe]: This traitor lies right beside her. If I plunge this knife into his heart, he can go down and be buried with His Highness.

W's writing was frighteningly calm, to the point of being insane.

Through this brief description, everyone can imagine that hellish scene: a white-haired girl covered in blood kneeling beside the corpse of her beloved, holding a dagger of revenge high, ready to stab her defenseless enemy.

【Marin】: No! Miss W! Calm down! Murder is wrong!

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Are you crazy?! Stop it! There must be another reason!

The crowd tried to dissuade him in a panic, but they all knew that such pale words could not stop a vengeful person who had gone mad with desire.

Just then, Gu Ye made his move.

[Weather Forecast]: With her last bit of strength, Theresa erased the Doctor's memory and chose to trust him one more time.

[Weather Forecast]: She doesn't want the doctor to die.

[Weather Forecast]: W, are you doing something against His Highness's last wish?

Gu Ye offered no words of advice or comfort, but coldly presented a fact—a fact that W could not refute.

These words were heavier than any reasoning, like an invisible mountain pressing down hard on W's arm as he was about to swing it down.

Gu Ye's words were like a sharp needle puncturing a balloon of madness.

W's arm, holding the dagger, froze in mid-air, and her crimson pupils contracted sharply.

To go against...His Highness's...wish?

The thought, like a curse, echoed incessantly in her chaotic mind, clashing and tearing at her with the vengeful desire to "kill the traitor."

[Flower Pillar]: Yes, Miss W. Think about it, does your most beloved Miss Theresa really want to see your hands stained with the blood of your comrades?

[Herrscher of the Rice]: Revenge cannot bring the dead back to life; it will only plunge you into deeper suffering. W, stop.

The group members' persuasion came one after another, and every word was dismantling W's murderous intent.

Her hand holding the dagger began to tremble uncontrollably; the conflict between hatred and loyalty nearly tore her spirit in two.

Just as she was on the verge of collapse, a series of hurried yet calm footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Kal'tsit appeared at the door with a team of medical operators. Her sharp green eyes swept across the scene, finally settling on the unconscious Doctor. She only glanced at Theresa's cold corpse and W kneeling on the ground.

"Take him with you and immediately perform a memory link check and stabilize his vital signs."

Kal'tsit's voice was completely flat, as if she were handling an object: "We're evacuating."

"you……"

W suddenly raised her head, her voice hoarse as she squeezed it out, "What about His Highness? What will happen to His Highness?"

"She's dead."

Kal'tsit stated the facts indifferently, directing the medical operators to carefully lift the Doctor onto a stretcher. "The primary task now is to preserve Babel's most important asset. As for Theresa's body, we'll send someone to handle it later."

"deal with?"

W chewed on the word, anger reigniting in her empty eyes. "You mean... handle it?"

Kal'tsit ignored W and turned to leave with the Doctor.

To her, the living "Doctor" was far more valuable than the dead "Demon King".

W finally put down the dagger, staggered to her feet, and tried to pick up Theresa's body.

"I will take Your Highness away."

She whispered that this was the only thing she could do right now.

However, another group of uninvited guests blocked her way.

A dozen or so Sarkaz, cloaked in black and wearing metal masks symbolizing "pardon," exuding an ominous aura, appeared like ghosts at the gate and blocked everyone's way.

The man in the lead held a magnificent velvet box in his hands, and his voice sounded like the friction of rusty metal.

"By order of the Regent, we have come to retrieve the remains of the 'traitor' Theresa."

"What did you say?"

W slowly turned around, each word sounding like it had crawled out of hell, "What are you going to do to His Highness's corpse?"

"The Demon King's final resting place is the royal tomb. Her sins will be judged by all of Sarkaz."

The absolution master's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Defile...you don't even spare Her Highness after her death...you still want to defile her!"

W's reason completely snapped. She let out a shriek that was not human, and once again transformed into a blood-red shadow, lunging at the group of pardoners.

"Take it."

The head pardoner coldly gave the order.

A melee broke out instantly.

But W was already at her limit, and faced with the well-coordinated and powerful Pardoners, she quickly suffered a series of defeats.

A halberd imbued with witchcraft lashed out at her back, sending her flying and crashing heavily into the wall.

W coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to get up, but his body wouldn't obey him.

She could only watch helplessly as the group of men in black walked step by step toward Theresa's corpse.

No...don't touch her...

No one is allowed to touch her!

Endless grief, resentment, and despair, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed her entire consciousness.

At that very moment, a blood-red warning box suddenly popped up in her mind on the chat group interface that had been silent for a long time.

[Emergency rescue mission triggered!]

[Mission Objective: Protect W and retrieve Theresa's remains.]

【Whether to accept? 】

Almost the instant the mission appeared, several avatars in the chat group lit up with a resolute light.

[Weather Forecast]: Accepted.

[Devilish Muscle Rin]: Accept!

【Marin】: Accept!

【The Ruler of Rice】: Accept.

【Floral Column】: To accept.

【Sword Saintess】: Accept.

The next second, under W's desperate gaze and the astonished eyes of Kal'tsit and the Exorcists, several beams of light of different colors appeared out of thin air, pierced through the ceiling of the Tower of Babel, and landed precisely beside W.

As the light faded, six figures became clearly visible to everyone.

Their attire was bizarre and out of place with any style on the continent of Terra.

The black-haired boy at the head of the group had a cold expression. The blonde bombshell and the black-haired girl with pigtails beside him had sharp eyes. Another gentle woman with purple hair reaching her waist held a katana in her hand, with electric sparks flashing around her. The last two were dressed in butterfly feathers and had a gentle and graceful temperament, while the other exuded an aura of holiness and inviolability.

"Who...are you?"

The lead pardoner's voice was hoarse. He gripped his halberd tightly, his body tense, regarding these people as the highest level of threat.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Kal'tsit's green eyes. She stopped and silently observed the group of uninvited guests, her mind racing as she analyzed their origins and purpose.

It appeared out of thin air... The energy fluctuations are unanalyzable... It's neither Originium Arts nor any known sorcery.

“I’m telling you, you guys dressed like cultists,”

Rin Tohsaka stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the group of pardoners with displeasure, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Is this the kind of thing that bullied my lovely W like this?"

Kitagawa Kaimu rushed to W's side immediately. Seeing her bloodied and miserable state, her eyes instantly reddened: "Miss W! How are you? Hang in there!"

Gu Ye's gaze didn't linger on the Absolution Master for more than a second. He merely glanced at W's status before issuing the first command to the blonde saintess beside him.

"Holy Maiden, go and heal her."

"Yes, I understand."

Without the slightest hesitation, the Sword Maiden strode quickly to W's side, clasped her hands together, and a soft, warm holy light emanated from her palms, slowly enveloping W's body.

After issuing the treatment orders, Gu Ye turned his gaze to the group of men in black, his voice light but authoritative: "Rin, Mei, Haimeng, Kanae, make your move. Don't let any of them escape."

"Humph, I know that without you telling me!"

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Rin snorted coldly, and several gems of different colors appeared between her fingers, gleaming with a dangerous light.

"Those who bullied Miss W are unforgivable!"

Hai Meng's eyes sharpened, and purple lightning began to crackle around her.