A cross-dressing anime, starting with Kaguya-sama: Love Is War.

When she saw Lynn walk up to the elf and speak in a gentle tone she had never heard before, her heart inexplicably clenched.

However, when she heard the elf 693 earnestly and thoroughly refute Lynn's words from the perspectives of "magical frequency" and "the principle of light emission"...

Stella's lips curled up uncontrollably.

She desperately wanted to laugh, but dared not let it out, so she covered her mouth tightly, her shoulders shaking violently as she tried to suppress her laughter.

That devil! That bastard!

He's finally gotten his comeuppance!

An unprecedented, indescribable sense of pleasure filled her chest.

This made her even happier than when she personally defeated Lynn.

Lynn was unaware of what the others were thinking; he now had a simpler and more brutal plan in mind.

It quickly took shape in his mind.

If the soft approach doesn't work, then we'll have to use the hard one.

As night deepened, the fog in the mountains grew thicker.

The three-dimensional magic array surrounding the altar, composed of countless runes, is nearing completion.

Silver light flowed through the air, illuminating the abandoned shrine and making it resemble a sacred "53 Reading Club".

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Frilian's forehead.

Creating a ritual array of this level was also quite taxing for her.

Her breathing was a little more rapid than usual.

"finished."

The moment the last rune was imprinted on the altar, the entire magic circle shone brightly, and a vast and pure energy burst forth from the ground. It was perfectly bound and guided by the magic circle, and finally converged on the blood-patterned Soul Steel Dull Blade in the center.

Frillie let out a long sigh, her small body swaying slightly, looking somewhat tired.

"Take a break."

Lynn's voice rang out behind her at just the right moment.

He handed me a water bottle.

"Get some water."

Frillie didn't doubt it and took it.

She was indeed very tired and thirsty.

She unscrewed the lid, tilted her head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

"Ok?"

After finishing her drink, Frilian smacked her lips, a hint of doubt flashing in her emerald green eyes.

"The taste of this water... is very strange."

"Is that so?" Lynn's face remained expressionless. "It's probably spring water, with a slight mineral taste."

“No.” Frilian shook her head, savoring the flavor like a connoisseur of fine wine.

"Once it enters the body, it will numb the nerve endings and inhibit the flow of magic. There should be some herbal extracts added inside, and a very clever method was used to eliminate their bitter taste."

She looked up at Lynn, her eyes as innocent as a curious child's.

"Is this a new type of compound potion? Its effects are powerful sedation and magic sealing? A very creative formula."

Lynn: "..."

He felt his temples throbbing.

He used a modified, potent sleeping potion he found at the Black Iron's house. (None)

It is colorless and odorless, but its effects are so potent that it can make an elephant fall into a deep sleep for three days and three nights.

He thought everything was foolproof.

But he forgot that the creature before him was a monster who had lived for over a thousand years and whose understanding of magic had reached the molecular level.

His little tricks were like those of a three-year-old child in front of others; they were seen through at a glance.

"It seems I underestimated your abilities."

Lynn dropped her feigned expression and admitted it frankly.

When dealing with this kind of person, trying to be clever is the least efficient approach.

Frilian, however, seemed oblivious to the frustration in his words and instead began to evaluate him seriously.

"You have a great talent for potion making, and your methods are quite innovative. If you could systematically learn alchemy, you should be able to become an excellent potion master."

She even pulled a book thicker than a brick from her suitcase and handed it to her.

"You can take a look at 'Fundamentals of Potions and the Principles of Elemental Substitution' when you have time; it will be beneficial to you."

Lynn looked at the book handed to her and completely lost her temper.

He gave up.

At least for today, he has abandoned all unrealistic fantasies.

"Are you ready? Can we begin?"

Lynn pushed the book back, her voice returning to its usual calm.

Frillie took the book back with some regret, seemingly feeling sorry that a promising Potions student had gone astray.

She pointed to the center of the altar.

"Put your hand on the knife."

Then, don't think about anything, and don't do anything.

"The ritual will guide your soul to merge with that obsession and 'connect' with the laws of this world."

"This process might be a little painful, but bear with it."

203. Awakening of Innate Spirit Gear

Without hesitation, Lynn stepped forward and slowly placed his right hand on the Soul Steel Blunt Blade covered with blood-red patterns.

The cold touch came from my palm.

The next moment, the light from the magic array suddenly contracted, surging entirely into the Soul Steel Dull Blade!

hum-

Lynn's body jolted violently as an indescribable, immense suction force emanated from his palm.

It was as if they were trying to forcibly rip his soul out of his body!

It hurts so much!

It wasn't physical pain, but a tearing sensation that came from the depths of the soul!

Lynn felt his consciousness being swept away by a violent force.

It was forcibly dragged out of its shell and pulled into an endless vortex of darkness.

Everything around her vanished: Frilian, Stella, the abandoned shrine, the dazzling night sky—all gone.

All that remained was endless darkness and an intense, venomous aura.

"Why……"

Why did you do this to me!

"I just want to win! I just want to reclaim my glory!"

"What did I do wrong!"

Kirihara Shizuya's roar, filled with resentment and bitterness, echoed wildly in Lynn's mind.

That was not merely a sound, but his purest obsession before his death.

A mixture of fear, pain, jealousy, and madness formed a dark, viscous torrent of emotions.

It swept towards Lynn's consciousness.

It wants to corrupt him, devour him, and turn him into a part of this resentment.

This is what Frilian meant by "pain".

Ordinary swordsmen, even A-rank knights, would struggle when faced with such an impact that directly affects their soul.

If one's willpower falters even slightly, it can be completely overwhelmed by this negative emotion.

In mild cases, it can cause mental confusion; in severe cases, it can lead to a breakdown of the soul, turning one into a mindless living dead.

However, Lynn's consciousness remained as immovable as an ancient reef in this raging, dark sea.

His face even had a hint of boredom on it.

"It's noisy."

Lynn's consciousness slowly began to speak in this mental space.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that instantly overshadowed Kirihara Shizuya's hysterical roar.

The surging black torrent suddenly stalled.

"mistaken?"

Lynn's consciousness took a step forward, causing the entire dark space to tremble.

"Of course you're right."

"You're just too weak."

"Weakness is your only original sin."

He said the same thing once at the steel mill.

But this time, it was imprinted directly on Kirihara Shizuya's pure obsession at the soul level.

Boom!

The black resentment that had been so arrogant just moments before seemed to have been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer.

It exploded instantly, emitting a silent wail.

"Not reconciled?"

"resentment?"

"envy?"

Lynn's consciousness reached out and easily gathered the scattered black fragments back together, holding them in his palm.

"These things are just materials to me."

"Your soul, your resentment, your hatred... can become a part of my power. This is the only value in your humble life."

"You should feel honored."

His voice was cold and cruel, devoid of any emotion.

The black resentment he held in his hand stopped struggling.

It seemed to finally understand how utterly hopeless the gap between itself and the being before it was.

All her resentment and bitterness seemed so ridiculous and insignificant in front of this man.

It no longer roared, no longer resisted, but slowly transformed into a wisp of the purest, darkest energy, gently merging into Lynn's palm.

outside world.

In front of the altar.

0...Requesting flowers...0

A look of surprise flashed in Frilian's eyes.

She could sense that the ceremony was going exceptionally smoothly, almost too smoothly.

That violent obsession, powerful enough to corrupt the soul of an A-rank knight, was instantly "absorbed" upon contact with Lynn's soul, like a mouse before a cat, without offering any respectable resistance.