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

Ilya sat on the soft wool carpet, arms crossed, cheeks puffed out, eyes glaring at her mother. "The school is full of boring mortals. I already know everything they teach! I'm not wasting my time!"

“Ilya, receiving a formal education is necessary.”

Irisviel maintained her elegant smile, but her tone left no room for argument: "This is the first step into the world. And, getting along with peers is also an important lesson."

"I don't want to associate with those little brats!"

Ilya retorted, dissatisfied.

"There is no room for negotiation on this matter."

Irisviel's smile remained unchanged. "Tomorrow you must go to school with Sakura and Miss Haimeng."

Gu Ye had no interest in this tug-of-war between mother and daughter. He leaned back on the sofa, unlocked his phone screen, and tapped on that familiar icon.

The chat group was buzzing with activity, and the topic of conversation was the Sarkaz mercenary they hadn't seen in a long time.

[American Scythe]: Ha! This mission is a big one.

[American Scythe]: Once I've sorted things out, Theresa's dream will take another big step forward. At that time, the future of Sarkaz will surely be as dazzling as the fireworks I create!

W's words were filled with uncontrollable excitement and madness, as if he could already see the scene of victory.

Gu Ye looked at W's spirited speech and tapped his fingers lightly on the screen a few times.

[Weather Forecast]: Oh? Theresa isn't dead yet?

His casual question appeared on the chat interface.

The next second, W's profile picture exploded like a lit dynamite in the group chat.

[American Scythe]: What the hell are you spouting?! Weather forecast! You piece of trash, do you want to die?!

【American Scythe】: Curse Your Highness? Believe me or not, I'll run down the internet cable right now, twist your head off, and kick it around like a ball! Who do you think you are!

A barrage of filthy curses flooded the screen, instantly plunging the previously harmonious group chat atmosphere to freezing point.

【Marin】: Wow! Miss W! Why are you suddenly so angry? Did Gu Yejun say something wrong?

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Hey, you, talk this out! Don't just swear at people all the time!

[Flower Column]: Ms. W, please calm down. I don't think the weather forecaster meant any harm.

Group members started popping up in an attempt to quell the sudden uproar.

They were all taken aback by W's volcanic rage.

However, after a torrent of curses, W suddenly fell silent.

A full half minute passed before her new message reappeared, but the style was completely different.

【American Scythe】: Weather forecast.

[American Scythe]: What did you mean by what you just said?

Her writing no longer contains any profanity, but every word seems to be squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with a cold, chilling weight.

This guy...this guy knows about the future.

He had previously predicted the future of the flower pillar and that saintess... and it all came true.

He wasn't cursing; he was stating... a 'future' he saw.

[American Scythe]: Explain yourself.

[American Scythe]: Why... would you say Theresa... is dead?

Her persistent questioning sent a chill down the spines of all the onlookers in the group.

They realized that things might be far more serious than they had imagined.

Gu Ye ignored W's previous curses. He calmly began typing on the screen, revealing that long-buried, cruel history to everyone, word by word.

[Weather Forecast]: During the civil war, Theresa's supporters shone brightly in the war, and the balance of power gradually tilted towards the Tower of Babel. Until the Doctor, under some unknown influence, concluded that Theresa's existence would affect a grander plan.

[Weather Forecast]: The Doctor meets privately with Theresis and proposes to help the Regent's side on the condition that "Theresia is spared." However, Theresis refuses, telling the Doctor: Demon Queen Theresia must die for the war to end.

[Weather Forecast]: With nowhere else to go, the Doctor returned to Babel. While the main force of the Military Council was attacking Londinium, he deliberately redeployed the defense forces, leaving Theresa alone on Rhodes Island under the pretext of protecting the ships, and personally shut down the entire ship's defense system.

[Weather Forecast]: The assassins arrived as expected. Theresa had foreseen their arrival and faced her death with equanimity. After killing a large number of assassins, she collapsed from exhaustion. Before dying, she passed the crown to Amiya and erased all the memories of the Doctor who came to check on the situation, because she saw the Doctor's inner kindness and struggle and chose to trust her one more time.

[Weather Forecast]: After that, Kal'tsit and you finally arrived, only to find her cold corpse.

Gu Ye sent out this long message. The entire chat group fell into a deathly silence.

One second, two seconds, one minute, ten minutes...

W's avatar remained lit up, but no more words appeared.

She did not refute, curse, or question.

Meanwhile, on the distant continent of Terra, amidst ruins ravaged by war.

The white-haired Sarkaz girl suddenly raised her head. In her bright red eyes, all the madness, mockery, and excitement vanished in an instant, leaving only a frozen, bottomless fear.

The grenade launcher in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter, kicking up a cloud of dust.

She saw it; she saw those cold, hard words on the chat interface.

Every word was like a red-hot dagger, piercing her heart and then violently twisting it.

fake……

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This must be fake!

Gu Ye is lying to me!

But her body reacted faster than her mind. Without even picking up the weapon that had fallen to the ground, she turned abruptly and ran frantically back the way she had come.

She abandoned the task at hand, abandoned the so-called "bright future," and only one thought remained in her mind.

go back!

We have to go back!

If I don't go back, Theresa... Her Highness... She really will die!

Her speed was so fast that her body left a trail of afterimages in the air.

The wind whistled in my ears, as if playing a mournful tune for an impending tragedy.

She could hear nothing, see nothing, and her eyes were fixed on that distant direction—the direction where the Tower of Babel was located.

She was like a white lightning bolt, tearing through the smoke-filled battlefield.

The enemies along the way, the flashes of explosions, and the astonished shouts of her companions could not stop her for even a millisecond.

Her lungs felt like they were being burned by flames, and the muscles in her legs were screaming in agony from the strain of running at their limit, but she didn't care.

He's lying to me... That guy must be lying to me!

His Highness is invincible! How could the Demon King of Sarkaz possibly die!

As long as I go back... as long as I get back before everything happens... and expose that traitor... then it'll all be in time!

Her beliefs became insane and paranoid through self-deception.

She didn't look at the reactions of other people in the chat group, nor did she think about what she would do if it were all true.

She just ran, using all her life force, rushing towards the direction she regarded as sacred—the Tower of Babel.

When the familiar outline of the Tower of Babel finally appeared on the horizon, W's heart sank.

The base, which should have been impregnable, now had its gates wide open, and its defense system was completely silent.

A group of assassins dressed in Sarkaz uniforms, but with branded marks of shame on their faces and arms, silently surged in like a silent tide.

"……No……"

A hoarse, almost inhuman growl squeezed out of W's throat.

Her bright red eyes instantly filled with hideous bloodshot veins.

The next second, she moved.

There were no tactics, no plans, only the most primal and pure killing intent.

Like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, she charged headlong into the torrent of assassins.

"Go away!"

She roared, and the throwing knife in her hand transformed into a deadly silver streak, precisely slicing open the throats of one assassin after another.

She didn't even pull out the grenade launcher; she simply used her body, claws, and tail to tear apart all obstacles in her path in the most bloody and direct way.

Blood splattered all over her cheeks and long white hair, but she felt no warmth, only a bone-chilling cold.

"Get out of my way, all of you!!"

Driven to a frenzy, she charged madly toward the deepest part of the Tower of Babel, leaving a trail of blood paved with severed limbs in her wake.

When W kicked open the heavy metal door, the sight before her made her gasp for breath.

Inside the room, Theresa stood quietly, her pure white dress now stained with large patches of bright red, like a poignant flower blooming in the snow.

She was surrounded by the corpses of assassins, and the last few remaining assassins were raising their weapons and stabbing her seemingly fragile body from different angles without hesitation.

Chapter 73 The Death of Theresa!

Time seemed to be slowed down infinitely at this moment.

W could clearly see the compassionate yet serene expression on Theresa's face, her slightly trembling eyelashes, and the fact that she seemed to have given up resisting.

"Do not--!"

A desperate scream tore through W's throat.

She channeled all her strength into her legs, and her body shot out at a speed beyond her limits.

puff!puff!

The moment she arrived, several throwing knives struck first, precisely piercing the heads of the assassins.

Their movements froze in mid-air, their faces still bearing fanatical expressions, before they collapsed limply to the ground.

everything is over.

But it's too late.

A poisoned dagger was deeply embedded in Theresa's abdomen.

W rushed over and caught Theresa with trembling hands just before she collapsed.

The body in my arms was so soft, yet it was rapidly losing its warmth.

W knelt down and held Theresa tightly in his arms, as if he could hold onto her rapidly slipping life.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

She called out incoherently, tears mixed with blood sliding down her pale cheeks.

Theresa struggled to open her eyes, her pink pupils already beginning to glaze over, but when she saw W's anxious and pained face, a gentle, heartbreaking smile appeared on her face.

She raised her hand, her blood-stained fingertips gently stroking W's cheek, wiping away the blood and tears from her face.

“W…you’re back…”

Her voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke, as if it might dissipate into the air at any moment, "Don't cry...it looks awful..."

"Your Highness! You'll be alright! I'll take you to Kal'tsit! She can definitely save you! She can!"

W's voice was filled with pleading.

"it's useless……"

Theresa shook her head, her breathing growing weaker and weaker. "This is... my destiny..."

She paused for a moment, gathering her last bit of strength, and grasped W's hand with all her might.

"Promise me, W..."

She gazed into W's eyes, her gaze filled with earnest pleading, "Live on... and then, with your own eyes... see this world clearly... see clearly what we are fighting for... truly..."

"Don't let hatred blind you..."