The blood rain ceased, and the night wind carried away the lingering stench of blood.
The earth was shattered, with marshes and mud churning restlessly.
The once Corrupted Marsh had turned into a vast lake, speaking of violent beauty beneath the Red Moonlight.
At some point, the human soldiers near the Cement Defensive Line had completely withdrawn.
Along the entire defensive line, there was nothing but the sound of the wind.
The hundreds of thousands of Orcs seemed to have never existed.
“Is it over?”
Astreia slowly raised her bloodstained hands, lowering her gaze to inspect them.
“So fragile…”
These hands, which once tightly gripped the Knight’s Lance and protected the Kingdom and its People, could now, with a single thought, easily erase hundreds of thousands of lives.
An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and dominion surged within her heart.
She smiled, slowly clenching her fists.
“Now… there’s nothing left for me to fear!”
The Witch silently descended back onto the Arrow Tower.
The dark purple Armor faded away like a receding tide, merging into her skin, leaving only large swathes of bewitching crimson Magic Patterns burning like fire across her honey-colored skin.
She looked down from above, gazing at the stunned Prince, and delivered her final ultimatum.
“Wendy Black.”
“Tell me your choice.”
At this moment, Wendy was panicking—truly panicking.
He couldn’t understand why Astreia’s Progress had accelerated, why her Power had swelled to such an unfathomable degree, even far exceeding the Game Setting!
Originally, in the Game, Astreia—after drawing the Holy Sword and fusing with the Demon King of Lust—was already as powerful as a Final Boss with cheats enabled. If not for the Player exploiting various bugs and version loopholes, the Erashia Continent would have long since been flattened by her.
But now, in this version… Forget flattening the Continent, he could believe she’d shatter the entire Earth with a single slap!
Was there any hope left for this world?
2, 3, 5, 7, 11…
Wendy began silently reciting prime numbers in his mind, forcing his nearly crashing brain to regain a shred of calm.
He was certain that something had drastically altered the Game’s plot, leading to such a disastrous outcome.
But what exactly was it…
“What are you still hesitating for?!”
Seeing she still had no answer, Astreia’s witch-like pupils narrowed.
Her figure flashed, instantly appearing before Wendy. With one hand, she seized his chin and shoved him hard against the wall behind!
“Thud!”
The Prince was slammed roughly against the stone wall of the Arrow Tower.
For a moment, the burning heat before him mingled with the icy cold of the wall behind.
That irresistible fragrance, tinged with the metallic scent of blood, invaded his nose domineeringly, making him shudder instinctively.
He tried to struggle, but a powerful long leg forced its way between his knees, pinning him so tightly he couldn’t move at all.
“Astreia! Get a hold of yourself! Something’s very wrong with you right now!” Wendy struggled with all his might, but it felt like trying to move a mountain—completely futile.
“Wrong?” A cruel sneer appeared on Astreia’s face. “I’ve never felt so clearheaded! I feel… fantastic!”
She leaned in, her other hand gripping Wendy’s still-resisting wrists and pinning them against the wall.
“Now! Immediately! Answer me!”
“Will you become my King Consort, or… die?!”
Their eyes met in an instant.
Wendy stared into those eyes burning with dark purple flames, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart was completely extinguished.
That innocent princess who would blush and get flustered at a single compliment… was gone.
In her place was a capricious Witch Queen, who viewed life as worthless and took joy in conquest and slaughter.
So… what was he supposed to answer now?
If he agreed, just like in the Game’s plot, he’d become her captive, living a life of endless debauchery but with room and board guaranteed.
If he refused, he’d die on the spot—game over.
Was there really a choice?
Wait… she’s asking me?!
A bolt of lightning exploded in Wendy’s mind!
If she were the Demon King of Lust from the Game, fully consumed by desire, how could she possibly ask? She’d definitely just force herself on him and go straight to the CG scene!
She actually cares about my opinion?
She still retains Astreia’s will!
Could it be… that I myself am the Variable that overturns the plot?!
In that instant, the Prince’s gaze changed.
Ignoring the other’s astonishment, he suddenly buried his face into the Witch Queen’s neck.
“Astreia, I left secretly before only because I didn’t want you to fall into Descent. But now… it seems I’m too late.” Wendy gazed into those fierce eyes, revealing a tragic and resolute smile.
“In that case… let me stay with you.”
“Love me.”
“Astreia.”
Hearing her beloved utter such forward words, Astreia’s eyes, burning with purple flames, trembled violently.
All her hostility, all her unease, all her killing intent—vanished in an instant.
She pulled Wendy into her embrace, her burning lips pressing down hard!
This time, it was no tentative peck, but a stormy onslaught of domination and possession.
Wendy did not resist.
Because he knew that any struggle was pointless. Rather than anger this already Blackened madwoman, it was better to take the initiative.
After all, the fallen Astreia was even more alluring, even more… thrilling than the usual Princess Astreia.
To be forced into intimacy by such a beauty—how could he possibly lose out?
But soon, his brain grew dizzy from lack of oxygen, and his body went limp. If Astreia hadn’t held him tightly in her arms, he would have collapsed to the ground already.
The Witch’s Kiss was domineering and wild, overflowing with possessiveness. Her tongue pried his teeth apart, sweeping through his mouth with the metallic taste of blood and a unique girlish fragrance, stealing all his breath.
The intense suffocation, mixed with that inexplicable twisted pleasure from before, crashed over him.
Wendy could clearly feel the fingers tightly gripping the back of his head exerting a gentle pressure, as if wanting to completely merge him into her chest.
Yet, amidst this descent, Wendy’s heartbeat strangely calmed, and a thought surfaced.
This is…
What it feels like to be loved by a Witch?
Sensing the Prince’s surrender, Astreia’s movements finally softened a little, but the possessiveness in her eyes burned even hotter.
“Wendy, you really didn’t let me down!”
After the deep kiss, flames of desire ignited in the Witch Queen’s eyes. With a wicked smile, she tore open the Prince’s collar, eager to continue their ecstasy.
However, that impatient hand was gently stopped by the Prince.
Astreia frowned, the hostility that had just faded threatening to reignite.
“What? You dare defy me?!”
“Idiot, idiot!” Wendy gasped for breath, but instead of anger, he lazily and critically glanced around at their surroundings.
“In a place reeking of blood and mud?!”
The Prince raised his hand, teasingly hooking the Witch’s chin with his fingertip, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“You’re the newly crowned Witch Queen—are you really going to claim your first conquest atop this Arrow Tower? At least return to Sunset Fortress and take a bath together first~”
“……”
Astreia was stunned.
She looked at the man in her arms, who had clearly become her prisoner but still dared to provoke her. In her purple pupils flashed surprise, annoyance, but in the end, all melted into an intrigued, wicked smile.
“Heh… You’re right.”
“My Prince, of course I must savor you in the grandest way.”
With that, she swept Wendy up into her arms, leapt from the top of the Arrow Tower, and swiftly headed toward Sunset Fortress.
But neither of them noticed—
A bewitching silhouette quietly stood atop the Arrow Tower, watching their departing backs and letting out a string of barely suppressed, lovesick giggles.
“Hehehe~ It seems we’ve hatched quite the incredible Witch~”
“I wonder what kind of wonderful expression the Demon King will have when he sees her?”
“It’s getting… more and more exciting~”
“I can fix her”