I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

Erica's breath hitched.

Despite having a premonition, hearing this cruel and direct order still made her blood almost freeze.

This is not a request, not a negotiation, but an ultimatum, a ultimatum written in the blood of everyone in Liliana's family, whom she cherishes as her life.

She could almost see the look of pain and despair on the stubborn silver-haired knight's face when he heard the news.

But she didn't hesitate at all.

She is Erica Blantri, a woman who deeply loves Genichi Hanyu, and a knight who offers him everything in loyalty.

Her will had long been integrated with his.

"Yes, King."

Erica lowered her head, her long golden hair falling down, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across her eyes. When she raised her head again, only absolute obedience and determination remained in her eyes.

"Your will is my will, and I will carry it out immediately."

She threw back the covers, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, and prepared to carry out this bloody order.

0 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 0

Just as she turned around, Genichi Hanyu suddenly reached out and grasped her wrist. His hand was warm and strong.

"Erica."

He called out to her.

Erica turned around, a question in her eyes.

Genichi Hanyu looked at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable: "Tell her that this is her last chance to choose, and my patience is limited."

This is not out of pity, but rather the last shred of mercy the king bestows upon those who submit; it is the final, crystal-clear boundary under the cold rules.

Erica looked at him intently and nodded. "I understand."

She turned and left, the hem of her robe drawing a resolute arc at the doorway.

The door closed gently, leaving only Genichi Hanyu in the room.

He turned his gaze back to the cold moon outside the window, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the edge of the bed.

A faint, almost imperceptible stench of blood and a suffocating silence, seemingly permeated the air, a consequence of absolute power.

He knew that Liliana Kranichal, the silver-haired girl with amazing swordsmanship and a stubborn gaze, would eventually come to him.

Whether she shed tears of humiliation or burned with the flames of hatred, she had no other choice.

This is the king's will, and it cannot be disobeyed.

He was eager to see what the forcibly twisted melon would taste like.

Is it bitter?

Is it despair?

Or will it eventually transform into something unexpectedly sweet under high pressure?

He eagerly awaited the outcome.

298 is finally here, Athena!

"You're here!"

Genichi Hanyu, who had been lounging on the sofa, straightened up slightly, not because of his vision, but because his extremely keen senses had caught a subtle yet incredibly familiar fluctuation in the air—a silent, ancient, and underworld-like death power, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, slight yet creating clear ripples in the intuition of this god-slayer.

Athena, you're taking forever to arrive.

From the moment he acquired the Gorgon Stone, from the moment the ancient serpent stone regained its faint yet alluring divine radiance in his palm, Genichi Hanyu had been waiting.

He awaited the goddess whose fate was intertwined with his, drawn by the call of this power.

He had expected a lightning-fast chase and was even prepared to engage in combat immediately.

However, as time went by and the world remained calm, the petite yet majestic goddess figure that I had envisioned never appeared.

This long wait made Genichi Hanyu even begin to wonder if the ancient Athena had become afraid and retreated because she knew of his existence and glimpsed his power.

This idea struck him as somewhat uninteresting and slightly disappointing.

If that's true, then this famous goddess is far from deserving of her title.

Fortunately, the faint yet unmistakable fluctuation of divine power now tells him that his wait has not been in vain.

She finally arrived. Perhaps she was delayed by some trivial matter, perhaps she was gathering her strength, or perhaps she was performing some ancient ritual to restore more power?

In any case, the outcome is the same.

He did not get up, but merely adjusted his posture slightly, leisurely gazing at the center of the room where the divine power fluctuations were most intense.

The space there seemed to ripple like water, and amidst the distorted light and shadow, a petite figure silently appeared.

The newcomer was wearing a seemingly ordinary but high-quality beige wool sweater, a dark pleated skirt, white stockings over her slender legs, and shiny leather shoes.

Her short, silver hair, flowing like moonlight, cascaded down her back. On her head was a blue woven hat, beneath which was a face as delicate as a doll's, with fair and translucent skin, like the finest porcelain.

However, in stark contrast to her childlike and adorable outfit were her eyes.

What kind of eyes were those?

It is not the innocence of a child, but rather like ice that has never melted for millennia, profound and cold, containing ancient wisdom that has seen through the vicissitudes of the world and the unique indifferent majesty of the gods.

There was no emotion in his pupils, only a cold, straight stare at Genichi Hanyu on the sofa, as if he were looking at an inanimate object, or a dead person destined to be sent to the underworld.

When Genichi Hanyu looked at the silver-haired loli who suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes showed no tension at all, but rather a hint of undisguised mockery.

He looked her up and down as if admiring an interesting toy, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"They really took forever to arrive."

He spoke first, his voice lazy and slightly mocking.

"I've been waiting for you for quite a while. I almost thought you were lost or scared?"

These provocative words did not change Athena's expression in the slightest.

She continued to look at Genichi Hanyu coldly, like a god looking down on all living beings from the top of a snow-capped mountain, remaining silent and not replying.

Perhaps in her view, it was pointless to engage in a verbal battle with a god-killer who was about to be stripped of his powers and even his life.

Her silence itself was an extreme form of arrogance and contempt.

Genichi Hanyu didn't mind her silence.

He chuckled softly, then slowly reached out and slipped his hand into his robes.

When he withdrew his hand, there was something in his palm.

It was an oval stone slab about the size of an infant's fist, dark in color, with a texture that was neither stone nor jade. Its surface was covered with ancient and mysterious engravings, and in the center was a striking image of the Gorgon Medusa, a symbol that seemed to contain endless magic.

It is the Stone of Gorgon!

When this ancient divine artifact was exposed to the air, it seemed to be infused with life. A faint but not negligible dark light flowed across its surface, and the vast, primal divine power contained within, carrying the aura of earth and death, suddenly became clear. It resonated strongly with the divine power emanating from Athena, making the air in the room seem thick and heavy.

Sure enough, the moment Athena saw the Gorgon Stone, her usually placid golden eyes finally twitched slightly.

Though extremely subtle, Genichi Hanyu clearly captured the fleeting tremor and longing deep within those pupils.

It is a call from the very source of life, an urgent need to find the last piece of the puzzle, and the key to reclaiming one's ancient triune essence!

This is exactly what Athena sought, even after waking from her slumber across mountains and rivers!

Genichi Hanyu took in Athena's reaction, and his mocking smile deepened.

He tossed the Gorgon Stone in his hand lightly, as if teasing a pet, and his gaze unconsciously followed Athena's movements.

"Hmm, it seems I was right, this is probably the one you wanted."

He spoke in an almost frivolous tone, as if what he held in his hand was not an ancient divine object capable of inciting a war of gods, but merely a slightly rarer stone.

Athena finally shifted her gaze from the Gorgon Stone and fixed it back on Genichi Hanyu's face.

Her eyes remained cold, but beneath that coldness, an undercurrent seemed to be surging.

She remained silent, but the silent pressure suddenly increased several times over, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly, with a chilling aura belonging to the underworld beginning to permeate the air.

Genichi Hanyu seemed completely oblivious to the immense pressure emanating from this divine power, enough to drive an ordinary magician to the brink of insanity.

He stopped tossing the stone, held the Gorgon Stone firmly in his palm, then leaned forward slightly, looking at the petite yet incredibly dangerous goddess before him. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a playful yet undeniably powerful expression.

"You want to take the Gorgon Stone from my 0.2..."

Genichi Hanyu's voice was steady and clear, each word carrying immense weight as it struck the silent air.

"Then, Athena, you should know what to do."

He didn't say it explicitly, but the implication couldn't be clearer.

To submit or to seize.

There is no third option.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The silver-haired goddess stood still, her petite body radiating a majestic divine power like a mountain. Coldness and anger intertwined in her golden pupils, eventually transforming into a deep, storm-brewing silence.

She knew that the man before her, this god-slayer, was not joking.

The desire to reclaim the ancient serpent burns like the most intense flame within her ancient divinity.

A standoff is brewing, ready to erupt at any moment.

299 Goddess's Kiss, a forced marriage is indeed thorny.

Athena would never submit to Genichi Hanyu.

She is an ancient goddess, a triune earth mother goddess, who holds the power of wisdom, war and the underworld. Her pride is etched deep within her divine core. How could she bow down to a human who murders gods and usurps power?

Even if this human is one of the most notorious god-killers in the world today.

Therefore, almost without hesitation, Athena chose the second path—to forcibly seize the Gorgon Stone from Genichi Hanyu!

However, Athena was not a reckless person.

Her ancient divinity contains wisdom far beyond that of ordinary people.

She clearly realized that in her current state, which was not her complete form, her divine power had not been fully restored, and her authority was incomplete. If she were to confront him head-on, she would have no chance of defeating Genichi Hanyu, the fearsome and accomplished god-slayer.

A direct confrontation would only lead to her own destruction, or plunge her back into a long slumber, which would mean missing out on the ancient serpent that was so close at hand.

Therefore, Athena made a choice, one that seemed to contradict her dignity as the goddess of war, but in fact contained her unique wisdom and ruthless decisiveness—an opportunistic choice!

She did not launch an attack immediately, nor did she summon any of the underworld's minions. Her cold, golden eyes stared at Genichi Hanyu, as if trying to pierce through his nonchalant facade and look into the desires deep within his soul.

After a moment of silence, she spoke, her voice still childish, yet carrying a chilling sarcasm that seemed to see through everything: "Despite being a god-slayer who ascended the throne by stepping on the corpses of our brethren, you harbor such lewd desires toward me."

Athena's words were calm, yet they were like the sharpest icicles trying to pierce through Genichi Hanyu's psychological defenses.

"Greed, possession, and even blasphemous desires—you are an absolute anomaly among all the god-slayers I have ever seen."

She tried to distract him with words, revealing any weaknesses he might have, in order to create an opportunity for her next move.

Upon hearing this, Genichi Hanyu's smile did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it deepened.

He didn't deny it; on the contrary, he readily admitted: "Alternative? Maybe, but I'm just honestly facing my desires. I like to collect all the beautiful, powerful, and unique things in the world and make them my own."

"Whether it's divine artifacts, powers, or beautiful goddesses."

His gaze lingered unabashedly on Athena's petite yet infinitely alluring body, a look of pure admiration tinged with absolute possessiveness.

"of course."

He changed the subject, his tone still light, but the content suddenly turned cold and cruel: "If the other party is unwilling to be collected by me, insists on resisting, or even wants to destroy me, then I will have no choice but to painfully destroy that beauty completely."

"After all, if you can't have it, no one else can either. Destroying it is the best outcome, isn't it?"

He was explaining a very simple truth, yet the surrounding air seemed to freeze into ice crystals.

When Athena heard Genichi Hanyu's undisguised declaration, which was mixed with a strong possessiveness and destructive tendencies, a clear look of extreme disgust and coldness flashed in her golden eyes.

This attitude of treating deities as collectible or destructible objects is the greatest blasphemy against her divinity.

However, to Genichi Hanyu's surprise, Athena did not fly into a rage and attack.

The disgust in her eyes was quickly replaced by something deeper and more resolute.

She actually took a step forward, closing the distance between herself and Genichi Hanyu.