The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Are you feeling any better now?"

"...I'm feeling much better now, thank you."

"Yes, you're welcome."

Straightening up from Xilin's embrace, Jiang Wan looked around the room with a complicated expression.

It was an unfamiliar place I had never been before, but I didn't feel any danger, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

Is this a hospital?

"This is the base of the Second War Zone. As for why you are here... I still need to ask you that."

Jiang Wan had already gotten up from her lap pillow. Xilin slightly adjusted her posture and shook her head.

How much do you still remember?

"what?"

"You disappeared midway through the battle without contacting anyone. We searched desperately after the battle, but couldn't find a trace of you until... you showed up outside the base half a day ago and collapsed on the spot."

Xilin stared at Jiang Wan, trying to uncover more overlooked details from her, but as before, she found nothing.

"You have no external injuries, including all the wounds that were clearly recorded during the battle. You are as healthy as if you had been treated with a great healing spell."

Jiang Wan: !

Chapter 466 What Remains Unchanged, What Changes

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan subconsciously touched her right shoulder blade. Sure enough, there was no stinging pain or discomfort. The bone that should have been shattered had already healed completely.

Jiang Wan raised her hand and shook it. She didn't feel any discomfort in her body. She felt very energetic and not tired at all.

what happened?

Having taken in Jiang Wan's reaction, Xilin continued:

"Within your body, there are two forces of the same origin but completely different in nature. These intertwined forces constantly destroy and repair your body, which is probably why you have been sleeping for so long."

Two forces sharing the same origin?

"Jiang Wan, so I'm asking you one more time... how much of all this do you remember?"

How much do you remember...?

"Now all I remember is that Margaret and I faced that legend together. I had no other thoughts in my mind but to stop him at all costs."

There was no time to think about the situation at the time; Jiang Wan simply followed her instincts and, together with Margaret, charged forward without hesitation.

They disregard the outcome, the probability of success, and their own safety.

Jiang Wan suddenly frowned, realizing that she had lost her memory of the last time she was knocked away by the dragon. There was a gap in her memory, and she couldn't remember anything that happened after that.

With her brows furrowed, Jiang Wan understood the strangeness of the matter. Coming from the Watchers, she fully understood what such an unusual situation might mean, and she tried her best to recall.

"I... my memory is very fragmented right now, but I don't think I lost consciousness on the spot."

Jiang Wan was quite certain that she must have done something else after she "fell unconscious," and it seemed like... she was talking to someone?

I can't remember the content or the face, but the person I was talking to seemed to be a young girl?

What exactly has been forgotten?

As Jiang Wan's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead, a cool, magical power suddenly flowed from the spot where Xilin's fingertip had touched her, calming her down completely.

"Okay, it's okay if you can't think of anything now, you have plenty of time to think."

Jiang Wan hesitated for a moment, but in the end she did not continue to be stubborn. Instead, she honestly accepted the suggestion and stopped thinking about those unclear memories.

"……Um."

The things in my mind did not become clearer with thinking; instead, more and more mysteries emerged, and the fog began to thicken.

Neither of them spoke, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Sitting quietly on the bed, Jiang Wan looked at her hands, which were free of any wounds or bloodstains, and suddenly asked:

“Xilin”.

"Ok?"

"Is the war over?"

Did we win this war?

Startled by this, Xilin glanced at Jiang Wan, who was deep in thought, shook her head, lowered her eyes, and sighed softly.

"We truly thwarted the supernatural beings' insane plan and killed their hopes before they even began."

"This is only valid for this one time."

Yes, this is just this once, and the supernatural beings will definitely not stop here.

Shirin took a deep breath and spoke softly:

"Our war with them has only just begun; this can only be considered a rather aggressive test."

"Moreover, you and I both know that in the future our enemies will not only be supernatural beings."

she says:

"Even gods can become our enemies."

Looking up at Shirin, Jiang Wan stared into the elf's eyes, thought for a moment, and then smiled.

"It sounds like nothing has changed?"

Ha ha.

Shirin smiled and nodded as well.

"Yes, the same, just as Ning Feng said."

Unlike the others who panicked, they had already prepared themselves after knowing the secret in advance.

"Speaking of which, where is Ning Feng? Where did he go? Weren't you with him?"

Her smile froze, and after a pause, Shirin slowly said:

"He... said he was going to see someone."

……

……

I said, aren't you going to say anything to her?

Lying back and forth in the rocking chair, Ariana asked Cecilia beside her:

[Since you've borrowed someone else's body, couldn't you leave behind some kind of legacy? Like an "angelic ultimate move" or an "archangelic finishing move" or something like that.]

"...No, she's not the right path for me."

How petty of you! You knew perfectly well that wasn't what I meant.

The demon shifted its position, turned to the side, and looked at the angel with a sly smile:

[Besides, come on! You're the King of Angels! How could you not know what path that little girl will take? Surely you could offer some guidance?]

There must be some other reason why you dislike her so much, right?

Turning her head, the angel looked at the demon, who had once again shrunk to the size of a little girl, and paused before saying:

"...You should worry about your own condition. You've once again recklessly exhausted too much of your energy."

[How about it? I'd do it for him~ And don't you think I'm cute like this?]

With a flip, Ariana stood up, hands on her hips, swaying back and forth in the rocking chair like a roly-poly toy.

Moreover, compared to the choice he made, the effort I put in was actually minimal; I merely provided a small boost.

"........."

The angel remained silent as always, and the demon was not surprised.

But just when Ariana thought she hadn't gotten any answers this time, Cecilia suddenly said:

“I do know what path she is going to take now, but if she really goes down that path, someone… will regret it.”

When Cecilia said these things, her voice was very soft, and her tone lacked its usual coldness.

It's as if they're worried that such a future might actually happen.

Even a cold and indifferent angel will worry about the feelings of a mortal.

The rocking chair stopped, and the demon squinted at the angel for a long time before speaking strangely:

It's truly surprising that you would ever consider such things for a mere mortal.

“Unlike you cruel demons, I have always had compassion for mortals.”

Yes, "mercy." You angels have always been so aloof towards mortals, never caring about their feelings.

Cecilia wanted to deny it, but in the end she only let out a soft hum from her nose.

"……snort."

[Don't say that, it's not sarcasm, it's a genuine compliment!]

winter.

Ariana plopped down, poked Cecilia's waist, and chuckled:

It seems we're all different now than we used to be.

"Humph."

This is a good thing. If everything were the same as before, that would be a disaster.

Contrary to her usual behavior, Cecilia surprisingly agreed with her point of view, nodding slowly:

"That would indeed be a disaster."

This applies to everyone.